THE DARKNESS INSIDE


 

THE DARKNESS INSIDE

 

Teeth glisten in the dark

as I walk through the park.

I stop in my tracks in fear,

not knowing what can be near.

 

I stand quietly and listen,

but I only see the glisten.

Soft footsteps ring out behind me.

I’m not waiting around to see.

 

Then I happen to glance down,

and my face droops in a frown.

The fanged smile floats on the lily pond.

Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.

 

It reveals the darkness inside

that I’ve always failed to hide.

MY SECRET

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I walk to the end of the pier.

I gaze into the depths without fear.

I watch the fish swimming by,

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Allow time to pass slowly and be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

MY SECRET

 

Pier

 

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.

I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.

I will see fish swimming by.

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

1 Fantasies are a way of life

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room,
​And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

MY SECRET

 

MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whomever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.