Monday, September 30, 2013


In the twilight we are met
by specters of regret,
each shuffling unholy fiend
a nightmare if we let
ourselves be guillotined
by the pitted blade of debt
they brandish as a threat.

Be prepared as photons fade
to face a fearsome blade
but never let that phantom win
deny the shameful shade
be deaf to its devious din
and maybe when goodbyes are bade
your peace will be made.


Vandana Sharma said...

I love rhyming poems and this one is perfect

rch said...

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