PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there is much age in these guileless green

glittering eyes

like thick planks of microscopic dust

collecting upon the most unfortunate of

frisky flies

but I am

might I imagine

not all that afraid myself to say so out right

although, I must admit the "Ghastly Un Living"

that too often takes place in life

has started to take its unequaled toll

to say the least about each dark, individual's

plight

my fine, young, frightened fingers follow wearily

the scratch sore script that so far perfectly

depicts the lack luster in such sad scroll

and the posh political figure heads

all this a fine standard set for the living

the white washing of all black must be their

mental inventor's end and goal

I've constantly continued to keep to myself

over the recent spread of years

refusing guilt's offer or any other outside

form of help

and this is possible if one so chooses to keep

close tabs on his fast forming fears

onward rides the sad waves of failure's storm

and I am all but the human form

of yet shadowed insight

starving slowly but for a better spite

and I know should I stop

only long enough to take in my more than sober

surroundings I may too very well wilt

and what for

in or of that could possibly ever hope to be

rebuilt ?

Not a bloody likely thing I'll bet!............

(Dec. 16, 1993 am)