"phsyche" poems
Whispers in the night,
Filling your mind with trepidation and fright
Taunting you
Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind
Are waiting
In the dark corners of your phsyche
To come and get you in your sleep
A twisted face
With twisted words
Pecking at your sanity
Like Hitchcock and one of his birds
The worst?
Its that you can't escape,
Before you were even spawned
You had sealed your fate
What did you do?
I wonder
Who's life did you plunder?
Who's daughter
Did you slander
To deserve this curse?
I can't think of a torture
That could possibly be worse
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
when one
waddles
through
puddles
one often
gets wet
from
the feet up
then one may
get upset
yet if one
takes to water
like the duck
should not
the wet feet
from waddling
be akin to it's back
water free falling
and feet unstuck
if unducklike
you be
avoiding
the puddles
of life
may well
be the key
to a life
of dry feet
and a smiling
phsyche
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC