Riddles born of answers
from questions never asked
and hatred disguised in sweetness
from cowards who remain masked.

Details that remain voiceless
in plans not meant to last
made by people who are pointless
and lack any sense of class.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Sad Eyes

Sad eyes scan the room
for something to redeem,
but nothing seems to catch them
and this cure remains unseen.

Lonely hearts are waiting,
two lost souls in the night,
for something yet to come
and only then they’ll know it’s right.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Sad Eyes