Tag Archives: #dread

MY REMORSE

MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —

must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living

and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread

the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!

:: 03-27-2014 ::


DREAD COMES MY WAY

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(c) E.P. Robles 2013

DREAD —
of all the visitors
which rang my heart
on days in slumber
a feeling known apart

This one I choose — away
come another day or —
a kinder spectre can stay
and share a cup of tea

:: 02-11-2014 ::