“ A World ” ~ out of time ~

 

Anxiety clouts

When doubt

Evokes find

Man inclines,

By and by

Gone awry

As in decline

Of viable mind,

Perceiving not

His impeded lot

Be in state supine,

For his world

Now out of time!

 

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!