Never To Yield (+2)

The miles I’ve walked,

the verses I’ve rhymed

The demons I’ve fought,

the mountains I’ve climbed

Each word as a sword,

its meaning a shield

To ward off the darkness

—and never to yield

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)

A Haven Safe

I write for the

aberrate visitor,

that stumbles upon my words

A buried shaft

for them to mine,

a voice that can be heard

Each poem baptized

as a child,

redemptions holy source

To comfort those

in pain and loss,

escape from their remorse

A secret voice

for searching ears,

that wander then alone

A haven safe

to offer hope

—and welcome them back home

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)

Borrowed Time

Ability to free,

impossible to seize

The moment but on loan

past-future to deceive

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)