Thursday, January 22, 2015


He awoke with a start
His face face covered in sweat
But the whole room was silent
Just the thrumming of his heart

His face pressed back into the pillow
All his nightmare proven false
With the goblin, witches, and demons
And even the shadowy willow

He told himself, giving assurance
None of it was real
And as his eyes closed, he felt bone-chilling fingers
He swore he felt a presence.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The First Time

The toddler was painting a picture
By herself, yes, on her own
She couldn't wait for it to be done
She would show everyone in her home

The girl made quite a mess
But, oh, the art was lovely
She held up her masterpiece, so proud
'Til all the colors went runny

The paints littered the floor now
Her fingers coated in red
But alas, no one would ever see it
Because both of her parents were dead.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The Price

All along, I've realized
I've led myself astray
In the chasm where my freedom lies
It's dark and black and grey

It's not a pretty sight, I know
To see all my imperfections
And any light that's here won't glow
Inside the world's infection

The chains I've built around myself
Are made of steel, unbroken
In silence I remain, undelved
And all my thoughts, unspoken.