Keeping Misery at Bay

 
Our time
Is cruel, to hastily wither
In a peaceful
Steady decline

As we converse
Unaware of the age
The bedlam
We know as home

In our roving
All turmoil wanes
Fearful
Of the aimless chatter

In the casual fall
Of idle words
Spent
To keep misery at bay

The Foul Notions I Reap

 
Coursing with the vile
I retrain day to day
The sludge of conspirators
Turncoats, full on deceit

Each step weighs a ton
As the heart slaves away
And the arteries flood
With the foul notions I keep

I implore to be skewered
To be firmly wrung dry
To adhere to the wind
And swallowed whole
By tranquil thoughts

I shall not quiver
In the long fall of panic
Uprooted from my skin
Sent tail-spinning
For eternal darkness

For now I must
Brave this grueling siege
Beating back what intrudes
Yearning
To shed away anguish