Waiting for words
becomes an exercise best used
before dawn lights the sky
and light invades the eye
and awakens the mind
newly travelled
beyond space and time
throughout the long night.
Betrayed and out-of-sight
ideas took flight
after a bruising fight
waged the day before
watching election news unfold
with every story told and retold
until the brain became fixed
and locked in battles
new and old.
One would hope dawn holds the key
to release words and set them free.
But, like November skies
heated words are now weighted by the cold.
Darkness lingers like a dreaded scold
to a party of lies and dishonor.
A party we once found disagreeable but honest.
Where did it go? Perhaps our enemies know.
The Ghost of Republican Future asks, for we must now face
The Ghost of Republican Party past
still forging fearful, hateful trails
which cannot, which must not, last.
But, I fear they will.
annarino writes 
Well said.