5/9/2020
it rained like thunder on the eve of that night
darkness shadowed by the vacant light
lightning shatters the gift of sight
the sun had submitted: no will to fight
no more the dawn will ever rise
no moon to shimmer in my eyes
blinded by my own disguise
whetting all those little lies
who I am will never again be
the light of day; the honey bee
the time is gone of living free
no place left to rest in peace