#421 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku

 

so damaged the space

where God’s light can’t lift away

his rundown darkness

 

 

air, still and sour with

so many spilled regrets my

brother won’t clean up

 

 

who can judge what looks

wasted from fear, may hide some

purpose we can’t see

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #421 – 3 Haiku

  1. Thank you. This hit me beyond words. I am in the same situation. And my sister is suffering.

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