Uncried

 

The flowers are dead

My son is dead

Papa is dead

Du is dead

All five Rescue Animals

are dead

America is dead.

Family relations are splintered

Friends are reluctant

Art weeps for

Small signs of healing

The lake

the lake

Into the lake of countless tears

Uncried tears

from my wearily-torn heart.

August 25, 2017 Photography & Poetry by Fawn Rising