The AWKWARD poet (Senryu)

See myself, the Child
Looking with Loves’ brighter eyes
Know not what i see.



UPON ME

Death creeps up
Upon me
Fog-like a heavy blanket
Icy cold lonely
Death looks upon me
A waning aging
Sinking Look
Cold  and Pallid (of a thing)
Life seems Like
Leaving
That Life upon your face
The Pink color
Of Grace…
And it’s Death having moments without
(You)
Upon me.