Light

this godforsaken life:
a frustration of living
toward its inevitable end

no quarter is given,
no one is taught to love -
they refuse to learn -
we destroy with the ease of breathing
because building is hard;
the smartest business won't spend now
to profit later,
prizing today's greed
over tomorrow's wealth;

there is no greater good
just the individual
we don't lament the loss
there is no time
as we come to terms
with reality,
attempting to find
a middle ground for living

night is coming for all of us
do what you can
to make the most of your light
                                       provide some for others

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Winter

winter knocks at the door,
screened by the false warmth
of a welcoming sun
on placid fields of white
it invites us outside;

where we are subjected
to the frigid grasp
of the wind's icy fingers
upon our exposed skin,
its cold gusts
burning our throats -

a frantic reminder
of the beautiful tenacity
of the dead season
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