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Sonnet For The DeceasedPeople all round the world have this all to share.Their loved one gone with the horrible night.Someone to grieve over, now despair.Their remains found caressed, kissed by the light.Parched lips thirst for life but no longer drink.Eyes gaze for one last glace, final slumber.The seasons come and go, a winter's brink.Grants the cycle a way to re-enter.The dying soldier answers his "roll call".The chef "lays down their knife and fork" alas.Emotions wild, their bouncing off the wall.Their body in a box under the grass.Follow the actors and exit stage left.Of the life you think was stolen, a theft.
FearThere's nothing to fear,than fear its self.And fear is nothing but,the imagination?Which...Is just the mind,playing tricks and games.Which children play,whom will be so innocent.So ...What are you really afraid of?
The Roadside PoemSat upon a wall sitting under the barely lit street lamp...at the edge of a near empty road.Eyes flicker dodgingany cars passers by.While my mind walks into its pathfeet soon follow3...2...1...A noise distracts me frommy sleepwalking stateWhere am I?I walk off the road and back to the wall.