Saturday, August 24, 2013

A Sad Tail

For no rhyme or reason,
convicted of treason,
in the grandiose time of war!

He kicked and he shouted,
his angers spouted,
for he hadn't done nothing before.

His Mom's eyes full of tears,
and with sneers from his peers,
he was sent to a cell.

He spent all his time,
looking for an exit to climb,
and broke his neck as he fell.

This is actually for a short story I'm currently writing. If currently means the time I write this post.

Due Dates

Hour glasses stand at my shoulders,
weighting down at my heart.

Heavy as boulders,
yet as light as a dart.

Coming with the the parting of mist,

and the reading of the to-do list,

they tear the cover away showing the world is scary and raw.

With may be just, but defiantly cruel law.

With vulture claws and rat like limbs they sit,

making you think they crawled out of a pit,

but not diabolic is their start.

They sit on many shoulders, weighting down at the heart.

I don't think this poem turned out good.