Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Fear is The Mind Killer

Hexed, vexed
completely perplexed
I can’t help but wonder
what may happen next.

Weak, meek
of failure I reek
just a sad waste of life
hope gone, outlook bleak.

Pout, shout
fussing all about
a frail little puppet
on taut strings of doubt.

Gloom, doom
I’m locked in my room
go get the dirt
I’ll wait in this tomb.

1 comment:

  1. Now that is what I call a sunny outlook on life...

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