ANGER

People sometimes
Mistake
Their anger
For their good sense
And the resulting chaos
Can at times
Be comical
But when the anger
Turns to violence
(And it often does)
We give up any hope
Of finding our way
Out of the darkness

DEVELOPING MIST

I don't see you
Anymore
You disappeared
Into
A developing mist
Maybe
I could find you
If I could
At least see
An outline
Of your self
But the mist
Keeps growing
And my time here
Is short