Fear is a rose with black mask. Fear is what makes us move. It is the next step we ought to take. the uncertainty of turning left or right. I fear me, I, all and nothing. Then I walk. I take the road… I step out. I fall, I run,…
Tag: contemporary poetry
Where’s the respect?
L: Ohh! How I hate slush! and those icy roads threatening our contact R: Her voice! Her voice complaining that our touch is too smooth Too slick for the season L: Unbelievable! Where is the respect? When was style forgotten? R: The bitch fell down So what? Everyone…
A passing shadow
You live in a lethargic beat devoid of feelings By command of a depressed mind your emotions are suppressed smashed with anger masked by silent indifference Dinner comes again you mutter sparse words forced monosyllables No eye contact She walks on eggshells …