Third Poem set, this time two serious ones and a funny one. |
Conflict Eyes convey depression, while a smile hides her true expression. Her mouth always trying for elation, But her black pupils tell of damnation. The truth hiding behind a mask, and not a very good one at that. Obvious conflict shows on her face, when instead of a frown I see a smile in its place. It Came Through the Back Door I left the back door open And I thought something had got in so when I finally shut the door tight I knew I had predicted right and the thing that creeped in that night well, It put up a good fight, but I kicked it Through and through when I squashed it with my gigantic boot, Stomped and hit, That's what I did. And It limped as it crawled, With only 15 legs left in all. That's a mighty thing that I achieved, when I fought the dangerous Centipede. Eaten I once knew happiness, when I knew you; But then you were consumed, and I was too. Even now, I'm Gnawed on by Guilt, and Swallowed by Sorrow. The same today, as I will be tomorrow. and Yet, the beast that eats at me most, is Regret, for reasons which I, will never forget. and day after day, I am eaten away, by daemons I can scarcely keep at bay. |