Waiting

The violence of shame, impulsive, 

                                       ungreys the skies that rain, 

and the silence of blame, repulsive, 

                                       screams out in hollow pain.

           

                  Tonight I let you feast, 

                  the broken and the beast, 

            while i untuned and numb await, 

            with myriad hues of unknown hate, 

                 the savagery of dawn, 

          WHEN I SHALL SING MY SONG......