haiku

Chair
Empty wooden chair
dented with the age of use
perfect in its way

Grass
The wind moves the grass
Looks like waves of green water
The clouds like grey sand

Enough
There's never enough
to kill the pieces
I wish would die

Hair
I grow my hair long
So that people can't see my
Ears blush a deep red

Voices and music
Dark green leaves reflect sunlight
Almost peaceful here

I see a cigar
The smoke rises thick and pale
It is my father

Looking at darkness
I see the endless nightmare
It is within me

The bird leaves the cliff
Its wings two swords in the sky
Slipping I fall down