SORROW

Oh sorrow, you are the apothecary of martyrdom

You drug me with your vigilant patience

Until I am saturated within your devious design

Manifesting in my hour of slumber

You inoculate my fear, my doubt, my substance

You ride my dreams like the nightshade, Belladonna

Attempting to purge my gut 

When the promise of morning should bring light and hope

You continue your duplicitous folly

Lynching my heart and soul at will

Your incessant guile accosts me ceaselessly 

Strangling my resolve

Yet, this seeming monopoly has an adversary – Time

However, perseverance is your companion

Your light may dim

Yet you have timeless watchfulness

Only in death are you defeated

But, even in death you find purchase to begin anew

In others…

THE DEVIL DID WIN… a dark poem

Twisting and fighting

The demons within

Helplessly crying

Where to begin

All of the love has gone out of this life

Censured my soul

Cut out with a knife

Carelessly wondering

A desolate land

Not a mere morsel

To be found by this hand

Starved from the inside

Starved from without

The devil did win

He screams with a shout

Here is the prize

I promised my hoard

Once a good soul

Now cut from its cord

Humanity… a poem

 
 Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
 Wondered the streets alone
 He was a simple and quiet old man
 His features like toppling stone
 No one could understand him
 When words did escape his lips
 While some would laugh and tilt their heads
 Others laid hands on hips
 With head hung low like the setting sun
 Fiddlebrock heads for home
 An appliance box with newspaper floor
 Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow 

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