Black Night—part of the collection, Shapes of Man

by Jeff Hardin  
(Phoenix, Arizona)

You and I at the crossroads,
One leading down the path of submission,
The other pointing to still another fight.
Both routes bear the evil seeds of misunderstanding.
Don’t you want to close your eyes?
Let your loves and hates and hope
Be scattered by the great winds of chaos?
Better for the emotions
To be decimated
Into oblivion,
A nothingness,
Splintered and fragmented
Into the nameless recess of black night.