Empty Letter

I am sitting still, staring at an empty letter.

Forgiveness does not come easy to me.

Maybe you are also sharpening the feather,

But maybe you are just as sad and lonely.

Never had trouble forgiving my city friends.

The shame flies low when you compromise.

I want to meet you and see both ends,

You want to spread rumors and villainize.

So, I get stuck on blaring neon streets,

They keep making my cries radio silent.

I dream of trees, but you reach for the reefs.

My pen runs dry, and yet again

I retire the hope of finding an asylum.

-JW