Sunday, March 22, 2009
The choices are plentiful,
Or is it more lack thereof.
Trapped by the indecision
From a multitude of chance;
This path, that road or ... somewhere.
Decisions are bound by fear,
Like the chaos of panic;
“What to be’s” know no answer,
And resolution dwindles;
Dwindles down into darkness.
Is there a place to turn to?
Unknowns cast a cloud of doubt
Over skies once built in hope,
So now as the clock ticks on;
Await the clarion call;
It is time, Scott, it is time;
Choose ... choose right ... or suffer on.
These are my daily trials.
Copyright SGW 2007
Saturday, March 7, 2009
As winter lies restless in tears of the mind
Storms leave the markings on a time undefined
Where whispers find calling in residued voice
Echoes of laughter ‘long the walls of no choice
Harassed by the demons holding bitter-pill wish
The pains served as trials are an unpleasant dish
Quickly, seek cover, darkest clouds find the sky
Believe there’s no danger and buy into your lie
Copyright SGW 2009