Weary and WornA man in this world is worn, and weary.Barraged with worry, He drifts forlornLike the countless forgotten; common.He came home one day, in a ghastly daze.His home is a small hovel, hidden away.His transitory vacation, a dim lit box.His only respite, polluted and placid.Emptiness was his qualm, never gone.He denied in fear of death, never best.As the luminous box basked this man,In it's lowly glow,His face was pervaded in the palest tone.Pallid in nature;Powerful in effect, he felt the warmth.This silent nuance would fill his void.A hole where a whole was once, devoid.Irreparably lost, and longing for more.There wasn't enough, life was his chore.Filled with failure, he could live no more.His decision was final, death, he'd adore.
I see you in the glassI see you in the glass,Harbinger of eternity.Your pale-deathly stareHolds an off white nuance,Enveloping your deep-darkEyes; giving me a scare.I see you in the glass,Figure of fate.Sheathed in frightening white,Your silent mouth tells meOf my last days.You tell me as I lose sight.I see you in the glass,Hand of hell-(and hate).You gently hold a mirror;Hold it nearer and nearer.Nearer to my face.You whisper, I no longer hearI see you in the glass,Phantom of fear.You have proved your point.I'm not allowed here.Let me pack my bags.I'll leave without a tear.
CarefreeI remember my carefree days of summer,sitting silently in the shade.I adored these days.With prickly, dry grass poking;scratching at my back.Even so, and barely knowing,I stared nigh into heaven up high to see angels resting,barely shifting an eye.The cirrus seemingly born from their sigh.Pillars shown though the angels kingdom,shed from a setting sun; soon to nightA noctilucent moon traversed a half-starry sky,With a midnight hue, pouncing on my skin,I lay here on this prickly grass and remembermy carefree days of summers past.
Cogito ergo sumI guess I can open the mini-blinds.I'll see from that equivocal window.I'll see reality permeate my eye.I'll see reality pass inexorably by.A product of causality, is it?I look out from my windowto see these obvious thingsand know they don't exist.Perhaps a faulty perception.Emanation of my mind.The ebbing of neurons,streaming out of line.The grass?It isn't there.Perhaps that lonely crow,roosting on his power line?No, he isn't there.The cat in the window across?As you can't see, she isn't there.Infallible reality has finally fallen.You are a fool. Can't you see?And reality is false......These thoughts frighten me.So I close these mini-blinds,And hide away in my forever blind mind.