The Poetry Page

My Fear
(a late night wandering of the mind)

What frightens me most

is what I have become,

no one moves fast enough anymore

Before, I had nowhere to be

few people to see

But now,

everyone is old, doddering

or too groggy to know where they are,

or where they're going

And those who Do keep my pace

can never be my friends...

Neither of us are in the same place long enough

to share our mutual frustrations with them

the slow ones

There was once a time when angry people passed me

in no passing zones

and now I comprehend

I was one of Them

And now I pass them without blinking

without thinking

I was once like that. Now I'm not.

And I can never go back.

That is what frightens me Most of All.

The Fallen

Fallen upon the world Below

a tarnish where His Halo Glowed

He feels the Harsh Bite of the weather

With Blackened Wing and Smoking Feather

He Shakes his Fist towards the Sky

"Is THAT the best you've GOT?" he Cries

From Heaven Above A mighty Roar...

God Dishes out a little More.

I shouldn't need to say it, but all the Poetry on this page is Copyrighted by Michael J. Duquette.