a crisp warm day under the Richmond Sky
i sit on a bench and wonder why
why the world changes as it does
why there isn’t more peace and love
all beautiful days
encompassed by rage
no hope for anyone
buried under the sun
the dreams of the voiceless
surrounded by darkness
the cries in the violence
heard only in silence
the cold and dark day of the Richmond Sky
drives everyone away and inside
the wonderful day that once was
shatters at the death of a dove
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 