The Ballad of Affliction and Vigor
The pain of tomorrow
will come, again
Can I run?
Can I escape?
Can I hide?
he whispers gently in my ear.
My anthem beats within my chest.
I will rise with the dawn
to great his devilish grin.
His temptations will continue to taunt me.
The song , I choose to sing
will be my
A short break-up letter to Winter, from Spring.
You are thwarting my blooms
Your icy breath is stunting our delicacy
Please find yourself a new home
have been running the show
The captive soul found a narrow escape
Near the path of revisited hurts and sorrow
Just in time for the final curtain’s descend
Encore, Encore, Encore
She emerges on the stage
The End of the Highway
He traveled far to my door
His heart was swallowed gently by mine
He crafted memories out of paper and food
My roots were replanted on uncharted land
He was the end of my highway
Dreariness slowly melts with the dawning sun
I hear her gentle call as
She beckons me to her plumule
I stand quietly near her
Hoping to glance just one moment of growth
Patience is her subdued message
He sits with me. Always. I continue
to drink my coffee.
His mahogany eyes craving my attention.
he requests just a minute of time. I begin another task. Yet, he lingers.
challenges me to a game,
as he plops his squeaky toy in my lap.
I throw it high.
He springs to action. Bolting. He lands back at my feet.
He begged for more. His gentle gaze
My heart beats
for this softhearted dog.
For the time being, we are
together. The background fades.
I am present with him.
They followed him blindly in to the woods. Branches swayed in a seduction of unison. The light between the trees was lynched, by his grandiosity and lies. Many continued without hesitation. He asked for a sacrifice of integrity, in exchange for boundless gains. The trees crowded around them until all he requested was placed on the altar.
The creature is walking freely, as the thicket suffocates his disciples.