Remembrance

Looking within, then through
Towards where wisdom’s born,
Kindly guidance, compassion’s
Grace with an elegant soul now, Now
Echoing silence upon the weathered
Walls of this psyche’s hidden
Corridors. Footsteps which linger
Within that silence. And now I know
They’ll echo within my heart
Eternally.

Packet Transfer

Drifting, tired,
Mind wandering aimlessly,
Pointlessly, disjointed thoughts colliding,
Packets of disconnected data
Glance off each other,
Ultimately unimpacted,
Though perhaps slowed.

Crushed Compassion

Huddled upon the floor
Sobbing and bleeding,
Raging flesh’s brutality
Crushes another. Yet
That is not enough. No.

We demand to know
Why this overwhelming force
Was courted, sought. Insanity.
Compassion, perhaps,
Died. Revive it I shall.