There has been a lot of quiet.

Nothing here except grey skies and rain.

The sun is gone and Mable died.

All the madmen have gone insane.

My plans were for a riot.

I know they won’t forgive me again.

* * * *

Maybe I’ll get up and leave.

I might just lay here and breathe.

The cat didn’t come home again.

I’ll be quiet about what I believe.

The sun is gone and Mabel died.

I’ll stay quiet now while I grieve.