Fear is the Titan that crushes you underfoot
Fear is the assassin that prefers things discreet
Masses are steamrolled by its incredible force
Silently it takes you down without ever showing its source
We are all subject to the power it wields
Some overcome, yet too many yield
Some face it with sheer determination
They see it as a source for true creation
Others buckle and break under its weight
Often realizing it can be overcome, years too late
It's up to you which side you will take
Will you take it upon yourself to fight or leave it up to fate?
Categories:
steamrolled, addiction, emotions, feelings, people,
Form: Couplet
They mowed the grass the day before,
The cuttings strewn upon the floor,
I sat upon the bench and saw
The cricket pitch.
The men in white with willow bats
And padded knees and ice-cream hats,
The splitting stumps and yelled “Owzats!”
Time’s dropped stitch.
Upon the ruined castle wall,
A brick or two seemed poised to fall,
Yet gravity defied to call
Them tumbling down.
As sparrows in the gaping cracks
Flew in and out their nesting tasks,
A ginger tom in sunshine basks
And yawns but does not frown.
The scudding clouds traversed the sky,
A crow upon the rail nearby
Winked a darkly gleaming eye
Foretelling rain.
Thunder steamrolled overhead,
Turned thoughts of wake to thoughts of bed,
“It’s time to go,” some phantom said
Yet I took no heed.
I sat there in the park all day,
As azure skies dissolved to grey,
And saw the people rush away
When the heavens bleed.
They mowed the grass the day just done
So blades turned yellow by the sun
Rejoined the earth, became as one,
Decaying in the soil.
The shilling drops fall on me now,
And I remain beneath the bough,
As time moves on I wonder how
To keep this mortal coil,
Categories:
steamrolled, death, life, philosophy, sad,
Form: Verse