Its not death that I fear
But the noise of conscience I hear
Of a life pained
Of memories slained
Of hands blood- stained
The choices I made
The ways I took
Of trembling grounds and houses that shook
The web of lies that grew around
A mind alone, a soul bound
Through my heart grows a spear
Its not death that I fear
Its the days [...]
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Fear
Posted in Fear, Poetry on January 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
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Posted in Life on January 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Amidst drop dead silence, which I might add, is quite unusual for my cubicle, rang the dreaded white instrument. Startled by the deafening noise, I reached out for it like a man possessed. I picked up the phone.
“Good Morning sir, This is Superman from Krypton, with my red shorts on my blue pants. I have [...]