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)