Once again, to my chagrin
This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
To feed upon my fears
And it seems to slay my dreams
And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
My soul doth seek to find
Still I pray that night gives way
And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
Within it’s darkened trance
And perhaps lay loose the straps
That bind me to this cross
And free from round my neck now bound
This curs’ed albatross
I am a 44yo white male who has been in love with the written word since I was 5 years old. I had a wonderful mother who instilled in me an appreciation of the impact of words strung together. I am a poet at heart but do venture into short stories on occasion. I look forward to being exposed to my peers work and exposing them to some of my forays into wordsmithing. 