An Odd One
The house gave a creek
But the room was silent
The door gave a slam
Like a prisoner, violent.
The sun with its heat,
Sweltered us to the touch
Heat on skin
Can sometimes, be too much.
It’s an odd coincidence
How something you cannot see
Can be visible, right in front of you
Or gone in one, two, three
The taste is bitter
Or incredibly sweet
Either way, you play a game
Of trick or treat
The sight, the taste,
The touch, sound or smell
However you begin
We’re still a soul in a shell
The sight, the taste,
The touch, sound or smell
Still the same
Whether we believe in “heaven and hell”
If we’re the same
Yet so different too,
Why is it that there is so much
we have to go through?
Pain, politics, religion,
It’s all a gigantic mess
“Treat people how you want to be treated”
Nowadays, means less and less.
(2015)
