One Voice

I watch the receding sunset Flexing my skills of detachment From the turbulent world around me, As I close my eyes, soar the galaxy Hoping to bury my fears in space, Would the sun heat burn them, leave no trace? Yet the gnawing dread makes my spirit sink Into the vortex of a spreading ink Poured out to conquer the laid out world, With its darkened reasons that are now unfurled I struggle to hold varied truths I've known Dare to speak, yet I find, I am so alone. Cynthia Buhainbaello~~~06.15.16