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.