Category: Haiku

• February 25, 2025

  When at Best We Die

  I open my hands,To reach for sincerity,But find only barbs. We go to others;Hoping, praying, begging, please –The line disconnects. Just keep faith, they say,But trusting faith never works.Breathe in. Breathe out. Stop. The world only takes.It rewards the worst of us.I hate my landlord. I hate far too much.I carry this bile in me,I…