Month: November 2017

A self made cage

  He was but A soul lost. Locked away. It was his make To peer hard But see not. For he dwelled Behind eyes Not opened wide Nor firmly shut.   Image credit: Source unknown (please drop a comment if you know source so I can credit appropriately).    

My mood’s mistress

  My mood's mistress is here again. With my mood, She plays a game. In my heart, She causes pain. In my brain, A sense of doom. In my pant, A gloomy red. I stand or sit, At her beck. But only for A time so short. Until she lends my mood Back to me. … Continue reading My mood’s mistress