Charles J. Ingerson

FLOWING AS THREADS

Provoking the mind
remembering the past
pages to oft unwind
some always to gasp

Threads intermingling
unable to discern color
white and black flowing
as one in night’s hour

My mind still to flow
finding the carnage
man’s appetite to lull
others softly to ravage

Hearing the distant
feeling the numbness
fleeing is the instant
shrouded in darkness