Poems: Volume 5

A GHOSTLY FACE

Alone in the woods,
or alone you should be.
When there’s a face, in the darkness,
a face you shouldn’t see.
You stand there, just waiting,
frozen with fear.
A cold hand grabs you,
but who’s, is unclear.

WHAT ARE WE AFRAID OF?

Is it vicious wars,
huge, hairy arachnids.
Destruction and death,
or the creeping, lying night.
Men in dark alley-ways,
Evil people brandishing knives.
Buildings falling down,
or is it just the unknown,
the terrifying unknown . . .

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