Nothing comes, nothing comes
like the setting of the sun,
like a song already sung,
nothing comes, nothing comes.
Still he stands there, getting redder
as the silence starts to fester.
Still sad silence from the jester:
nothing comes, not…
She sees herself in black and white:
No vibrant hues, no trace of life.
No shade, no texture, spark of hope
Just insufficient paint-brush strokes
The centering is off, the nose misplaced–
It hangs off in a sorry state.
The eyes too sma…
Continued from ‘A Friend to Remember: Part I’
Kalia got upset at the worst of things. I walked over to my mother’s car after school, stepping over the cracks in the sidewalk in front of the school. Being called a terrorist was just something I …