Letters I'll Never Send To Him. [Poetry]

For things awry.

I weep not for things un-awry,
not for the horrid sun and it's contemptuous glare
or the ground with its punishing heat.
Not for my father's love affair.

I weep for things awry,
for age of innocence,
and lost imagination.
For girls hastened into womanhood
and children unloved.

I weep not for things un-awry,
not for greedy capitalists and their red losses,
or maniacs with tall tales.
For spiteful goddesses in golden cages

I weep for things awry,
for rainbow fairies with no ally,
or a broken generation raised on lies.
For people who'll never say goodbye.
    
 

                                For sisters I never met