What are humans without emotions?
why would these entities submit themselves
to past ghosts.
Whispering with hoarse voices into tormented ears.
weight themselves with rocks of others taunts,
portraying infinite glassy eyes of
Wrinkles in young faces, scratched prematurely by hardship.
It's the breath-taking splitting and fracturing of lightening
between a seamless, stormy sea and sky.
It's the streaming light piercing morning's breath
warming weary eyes.
It's the solid ground beneath weak knees,
which meet when ripples in life's flow appear.
This is why we endure,
why we feel,
why hope is a constant companion.
why look down in desperation
when a lonely tree's fruit falls to the devouring ground,
to rot away...
when that rotting fruit will pave the way for additional fruit trees to sprout
from the enriched soil.