#englyn
What is this feeling of being a corpse?
Cold, numb, and deforming,
A life ever unfurling,
Fragile, feeble, and fleeting.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
A concoction of terror and delight
Dispels my dimming light,
As I fail to fight my fright
Subsumed by the smiling night.
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Click, tick, click, tock, the old clock's hand is wrought.
Iydll, we are as dammed,
And Time will not seem as grand
When there's no one left to stand.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 12:03 AM UTC
Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:34 PM UTC
Deceptive is that shared eye in the mirror.
In truth, it cannot scry,
The loneliness in my sigh,
Nor my wholly hollow lie.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
Mom’s words cut like a knife, honed razor sharp
Which saddened my new wife
Mom now, after years of strife
Says I married up in life!
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC