Poems of Life
I don't know how good I am
Or even how good I want to be
For at times there are demons calling,
There is an urge to answer: ‘come for me’
You might be glad to hear that I refuse
Step back or at least cease movement
Don’t go any further,
One step can take you to hell;
Look into the future
You were given that gift,
I've seen shadows at midday
They smile smiles black as night,
And speak words that sway
Their voices crack and croak
But to us music play
The plum is sweet,
But it’s discreet with it’s poison
I eat it down heartily
Not knowing soon it means a boundary;
Like honey on my lips,