“ In Time ” ~ a timeless pit ~

Where do I find,
Hopeful in time,
That gentle face
Lost to my mind,
Forces me look
In wonted place,
Tho I now dread
Be uncaring gods
Of darkness spent,
Who feed in hell
Their fickle bent,
Want but inflict
Disordered spells
Held pitiless fit,
Would demean fate
Of ones mental state,
Living in a timeless pit!

“ Indifference ” ~ they’ll ne’er admit ~

They’re indifferent

To maladroit

And sad misfits,

They who torment

Though ne’er admit

The malice they inflict,

In a so beguiling way

They’re bothered not a lick,

To exercise their pitiless wit!