Nowhere

Truth stammered

at great cost,

sweat and sorrow mingling,

yet so often

lost

to that place where words

are meaningless --

where hearts have turned

to frost. 

Something Burning

There is an anger that burns

white-hot, with a smile,

placidly sizzling

all the while,

coolly oblivious

to its own being,

heating up

and still not seeing

its own power;

without shame,

focused on

itself and gain

of this or that,

while never moved

to step outside of

its own groove;

others' pain being

interesting,

but not enough reason

to do a thing

to empathize

or soothe a soul --

apathy scalding,

anger's toll.