Poets

water forms on a cheek a moment of silence cold, wet and bewildering frost forms, a chokehold

When a red sun contrasts a blue moon, when a light makes the whole world dark, when a feeling is displaceed at the 'wrong' time. Thats where the world will crumble?

the days grow short and nights get weary. and when the lights go out it IS less dangerous. I am not a poet, I just say what im thinking when I want to say it.