Poems from AntiElectronNeutrino
Joyful children play full of glee,
Pieces of plastic that previously belonged to the floor,
Are now magical weapons wielded,
By infantile...
I plod down the frost wrapped streets,
My lips carving a grin with every passerby,
Their natural reaction is to smile back,
Maybe because...
Who says
They cannot feel emotion
After the embrace
You may offer
A kind, almost paternal, comforting
And warm gesture
Holding on to a...
‘Retail therapy’ is possibly the lowest echelon people slump to,
Consumerism will only make the twangs of pain,
More severe.
Carefully...
In the late and early hours
Pitch black engulfs my surroundings,
It tarnishes the once exulting and enchanting trees,
With a sombre shroud...