It is the black smoke rising
Oozing through shuttered windows
seeping into quiet corners
Blocking the heart from
the light of the mind
deepening the gloom of
the mind’s eye
It is the black smoke rising
Sucking out the grief
where loss hides in daytime
Slipping sorrow in its wake
and despair into its bed
to smother laughter
to strangle hope
It is the black smoke rising
The pain crying out
to the one that is lost
Empty echoes mocking back
curling up around the hollow husk
Listless in life
tasting the death of
the black smoke rising.
Lynn Kincade
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-smoke-rising/
