Daily Haiku – Page 134 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

Fearfully we start
Any new change bringing dread
Which we must resist

Lost

Feeling lost I gaze
Into the dark nothingness
I am staring back.

Why am I awake?
Rising from my restless mind.
Autumn’s touch comes soon.

Silence roars desperately
Demanding unearned loving.
Insecurity.

Crushed deep within me
Aggressively derail dreams
Madness of my soul

Eventually
Our dreams drift past the sunset
Colors in the sky.

Possibilities
The dangerous edge of life
Changes will come forth.

Upon the mind’s edge
The abyss makes some afraid.
Possibilities

Solitude for some
Pit of miserable pain.
Not so much with me.

Current flows outwards
Leisurely floating calmly
Gentle sunlight beams.