Voice with no kind word,

Or kind word without a voice?

Yet both speak sadness.

Those quiet moments, As worlds turn above your head- Look within to see.

Buzzing blood and ears

Eye twitches as vessel bursts

Time gone forever.

Brevity is hard-

But no "describe in one word"

Entails creation.

Hide your name from us

to help others realize how

great your thoughts can be.

To think is human,

But creation is godly.

Aspire to be more.

In mefloquine dreams

and waves of insanity-

I was overcome.

Our van stops to see,

The small body in the road,

Rain falls, we drive on.

Anonymously

Declaring my truths without

Fear of recompense.

Green with jealousy of the light,

In cold we contemplate flight,

But not before

We've done our chore

So there might be more

To take up that good fight,

As we whisper through the streets at night.