The Daily Battles

The daily battles that we fight Are what our lives are, in the end The horrors of the past we hide The present dooms that might impend And as the days and years go by We list events out, name and date And hear the dove of mourning cry For all the lucklessness of fate For death … Continue reading "The Daily Battles"

Marigolds

There’s menace in the marigolds And secrets in the flowers; The stamen and the sepal now Have preternatural powers The gift of golden nature Is a trap to snare our eyes; It’s when we stand the most enthralled We’re nearest our demise