I grew up
having never become an adult,
the years to now betray
My body infirm,
my vision impaired,
my hair has turned to gray
I grew old
while living within myself,
false promises to none
Retuning to boyhood
each night in my dreams,
my age still zero-sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Birthright
To understand the problem,
look from deep within
where logic and the sciences
are both cut wafer thin
Our thinking trapped and handcuffed,
when seen by reason bound
those answers we were given born
—unquestioned and profound
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Vindicta
Buried in the shadows,
hiding at night
Valor pierced and left to bleed,
hemorrhaging with fright
Fangs exposed and deadly,
searing from within
Readying to pounce and strike
—vengeance to begin
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Answering The Call
Truth can’t exist
in the absence of courage
Words of appeasement
—freedom denied
(The New Room: March, 2021)