Your silence is like a fine coating of dust
That shrouds my room
My bed weighed down
Shards of sparkling glass
All around
So I sit, congested, congealed
Afraid to move
Lest I disturb your silence;
All that remains of you.
loss
Nightmares
How fast I run,
I run from the blade
But in dreams my feet won’t go fast
How hard I push
I push on the pedal
But in dreams the car still rolls back
How sad, I cry
I cry for the loss
But in dreams my family has passed
How deep I sleep
I sleep ’cause I must
For in dreams my life fades to black
Linda G. Hill 