Poems by Judith

HUES OF DARK

HUES OF DARK

Why do you cover your soul in gray,

When after all, your self, reached for bouquets?

Is it not that flowers die, no matter what,

Then why would you, against yourself do plot?

If wise men do forever strife,

Their gist and being to immortalize,

By learning and growing, only to cede,

When that want has a need

Then why and for what purpose would any one,

Who once had the light within,

Now make haste, to undo even that,

What has not started?

How can one being of life and breath

Be so black, and seize thy death?

I fear no evil or unknown,

No not even the Devil on my own.

But the demise of one whom incites and then blames,

When even sanity itself, and dignity, has flown.

To my sister

GvR

1998-11-15 0825