Poetry Blogs (2019, fear)
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
The Sword of ‘Damocles’
This is the fable of an ancient king
Who decides for a day his friend he would bring
To swop places in his palace and experience his life
All of his joys… and all of his strife!
His friend only seeing mass opulence
The Kings life full of joy, and magnificence
So dressed in fine robes a banquet was set
The friend sat for his meal unaware ...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 6:15 pm