What haunts me
is the impossible
silence of nightfall,
the emptiness of falling rain,
the wide yet imperceptible
break in the fabric of our country,
all the unicorns gathering
in one place
and leaving us
to our own devices.
What haunts me more?
The fear of being invisible or
the fear of being seen?
What haunts me
is the loss of innocence,
no hope for a brighter day,
the doom, the gloom,
the sonic boom of violence
that invades our days.
As children tell their parents
it’s too late to make it right
as poppies growing in the field
give the sweet scent
of surrender to what comes.
What haunts me
is the inevitable,
the leeching of the green
from trees,
the glazing over
of a last goodbye,
what haunts me
is what lies beneath
and what we do not see.