fringe selvedges

i lay awake, fast asleep
drifting slowly, through the deep
inner pain
with little gain
finding anguish, where dreams meet.

Trembling slowly
Awaiting
The news
As fate creeps
Slowly
To your disconnected
You.

Dangerous times
Dangerous trust
A lifetime to build
A short time to
Dust.

Anger makes me happy
Laughing makes me sick
Niceness is disgusting
Because I like to be a prick.

Angry people
Everywhere
Blaming me
Without a care.

Perhaps deserved
I stare in air
Quaintly trembling
Knowing
Who cares what’s fair.

A forever mystery
A forgotten tale
Of incredible pain
In your heart
Like a nail.

Nonsense!
I tell my children
I tell myself
I ask my wife
I say –
Was I right?

Sometime spite
Come what might
Tries to retrain
The pain that remains
By welcoming
A timeless fight.

The challenge of man
In the face of true change
Is to resurrect inner hope
In the face of God’s pain.

The tiniest
Flicker
Of love
Within hatred
Is enough
To keep that hope
Alive
And forever sacred.