August Rain Pours

Mind soaks

with yesterday.

Rain stops.

Silence…is

deafening.

Quiet

solitude remains,

listening for

anyone at all.

A Work In Progress?

It was a needless death.

A child no one knows.

Blame public debt.

Found face down in the snow.

He got really cold.

Where is his mother?

Will his story get told?

Its not my problem,why bother?