Hallzies Poetry corner: April 2012

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Footsteps treading lightly in dark places.

Wind whistling in closed spaces.

What is this void?

Where is this place?

Why do I find myself here so much?

I try desperately to escape but I keep being drawn back to this spot

This dreary murky state.

I’ll never give in

I will continue to fight.

I refuse to t let it extinguish my flame

I will toil endlessly through this pain.

I stand fast and ready for all debris.

No matter how many times I venture back.

I will not stay.

I will not be trapped!

copyright 4/19/12 HLH

Hallzies Poetry corner: Snake Spit.: I see your scales. I hear your hiss. I’m watching the way you slither. Stay back! Way back. Don’t bother comi...

I see your scales.

I hear your hiss.

I’m watching the way you slither.

Stay back!

Way back.

Don’t bother coming hither.

The venom you secrete is toxic and vile.

I’m in no mood for your sadistic bile.

You slither about pretending to a friend when in reality you’re a foe.

You're retched ,conniving, and backstabbing.

You're the lowest of the low.

Conceal your fangs if you want to.

I’m already on your game.

You’re only delighted when you’re causing pain.

I refuse to get insnared in your coils of misery and fall prey to your hissing lies.

I see you for what you are and nothing more.

So if you’d like to strike go ahead and try.

I’m cloaked in the truth. The anti venom to your lies.

You might as well slither away now, for if you strike.

You’ll surely die!