This is Not the Last

This is NOT the last poem I will write.

So the writing prompt says.

But what if it is?

Then what?!

Will the UNIVERSE end?

They Hold These Truths

Today, I sit, facing the world. So many questions left unanswered…leave me feeling oddly calm. So goes it, this crazy messed up human filled existence.  Some days I can’t life this weight from my shoulders…this heavy, heavy load weighing down upon me. Only hope remains when I glance into the faces of those little ones.

Faces. Filled. With. Joy.

Somehow, I think, THEY have all the answers.

They are the ones who can transform this meaningless existence

into a life

worth

L I V I N G

Clouded by Mist

In the midst of a gathering

Which lasted but a week.

I finally met the perfect one,

the shadow of my dreams.

 

He came to me in a clouded mist

but so suddenly it became clear.

He was my knight in shining armor,

my comforter of tears.

 

I ran to him and we embraced,

so happy to be together.

And now I seem to comprehend,

I’m finally in HEAVEN.

Bitten

“Bitten”

Winter approaches

Slithering like a snake

Ready to strike.

Frost’s frigid bite.

 

Piercing my flesh,

 

Inside and out.

Resting underground,

Ready to strike.

Death’s frigid bite.