Dark Fly

© MOXA 2012
 
Let them go, the barrels of my mind.
A tiny fear makes my heart flutter
with bittersweet lachrymose. 
The sky called for rain,
but I didn't believe 'til hail hit my head.
Hard.
 
At times, tangled in complication,
makes me want to bow down,
cradle my head and
sleep for good.
But even if I try,
it cannot and should not be done.
 
Thank something and thank everything
for good limbs
and the ability
to swat that Dark Fly.
to swat that Dark Fly.