Cumulus; The Worm; The Raging Prisoner

Cumulus

As the cumulus

starts to accumulate

I won't make a fuss

because I know my fate

is in good hands.


The Worm

On this tree

we've lived and grown

into what we are.

You fell to die

in a worm's eye view.

This branch feels so barren

without you.


The Raging Prisoner

Let me free!

Pounds the prisoner

raging against our vessels ribs.

Those eyes, once fires,

now smolder in their tears.