Unease

by Edward St. James

The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness—
Their eyes track me with unease and fear.
I can see that we left their world a mess,
The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness
With no other choice in the world but to accept less.
Horrors we turn away from remain near:
The burning silhouettes sleeping in darkness
Their eyes track me with unease and fear.

About the author
Edward St. James is a poet and short story writer. Their work can be found on Bluesky @edwardstjames, on Instagram, and Amazon.