Outdoor Shrine

The tiny candle,
flame struggling
in the bitter cold,
sends out its
sincere prayers
to the heavens.

Fallen Angel

I limp along the road
with broken wings
from years of blindly
flying into things.

My halo tarnished
and my feathers worn
I look upon the others
and I mourn

the opportunities
and concord missed
because I did not
fit onto their list

of gleaming halo,
feathers, blinding white
untouched by life
and uncorrupt' by night.

Falling down the rabbit hole

Falling down the rabbit hole
twirling, swirling down the
narrowing funnel,
I go faster
as I get near
the
end.