a thought not found

a thought not found

where are they hiding

from all the news these days 

tell me so that i may join them

for the bad news is here to stay 

in all its hues and shadows

long across the world and here

where i sit and wait the resurrection 

of any hope i used to own

that the news was all of others

and others caused all the news

but in these end days it seems

i am as guilty as all the rest

as here long the shadows fall

and no light lights the room

where no hiding is sufficient 

to roll away the gloom

oh where are they all a hiding

although i doubt it’s safer there

listen no one is listening 

or replying  now now  there there

my son you are flaking

an the merest hint of sun

although your time has run 

it’s course my son

it’s done

it’s done it’s done it’s done