Thursday, December 31, 2015

Fear Must Die!

An empty yet tightly crammed head 
In a cold world, too hot a head
Dark visions creeping into mind
Imagining and conceiving the worst
Contriving , anticipating deathly terror
Eliminating and extinguishing all hope

Saturday, December 12, 2015

From a Baby to a Man

You were once a baby and your mom held you in her hands
A helpless tiny human being, she held you in her hands
You did nothing but bawl or serenely slumber in her hands
A little cute thing in her tender hands she cuddled you