Poems from paschallt77
Aren’t we like Jell-O, though,
tightly pressed
into our molds,
forced to become something
beyond our control
And it is there,
while we...
A cold winter’s breeze
chills the air
The hollow husk of trees
long since dead
Receive the rushing
Wind.
Howl. Moan.
Something...
I stumble awkwardly
out of my silent repose,
finding an uneasy home
amongst thorns and briars
of flesh and concrete.
The scarlet fingers...
Rustic urchins
lurk empty-bottled
with Neptunian eyes,
all briny and ocean-like -
The air is mangled,
vexed with irkish cacophony, ...
Shadows bouncing 'round my room,
tinting light in shades of gloom,
find me climbing into bed
time to rest my weary head
Darkness peering...