ZIGGY

FEARFUL

Serpent chase my stench 

of fear slither and slide 

in shaded corners so the

shape that is seen is not 

this trembling silhouette 

 

 I fret and listen for that 

rustling sound feet are 

clamped to the ground 

are you near or close around 

have fallen far from grace 

at a rapid pace this sorrowful face 

 

Had it all now chased by that 

hiss that crawls a cold blooded killer  

inner demon consumed my joy 

this frightened boy 

 

Fragile are our dying passions consuming 

without noting consequence lady luck

abandoned me as my end draws near a

lone tear holds the wealth of my dwindling

fear in death

 

Rigor mortis  has enshrined my totality

encapsulated by a final expression that

speaks volumes to the knowing