I’m OLD
By Imrogue
I can’t see far
When I drive my car—
I can’t see near—

I walked through the threshold of
In that place, sanity became obsol
I walked the path and hardly disce
The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d
I felt the angsts in chaos like bl

Scoped—surveyed
Perimeter was eyed
for the next attack.
On target’s back,
motionless and light.

By: Imrogue
The night was still...
Bewitched
by the magical spell
of tender moments together...

Hopscotch,
bean bags,
kick the can
and Double-dutch
Jack with stones

The “Weeping Willow” tree—
in Spring, I’d like to see!
Its name may sound so sad,
Somehow, it makes me glad!
Swaying gracefully on its frame

By: Imrogue
Flickering lights
illuminated my way
through the tunnel of sorrow.
Coldness in the night

Whisper to me softly
and caress me gently
with your hope of dreams
for us tomorrow...
Let us listen to nightbirds

The vomit turned bile
the beddings stained
soiled repeatedly
Sweated profusely
followed with chills and pain.

Her back could only bend so much..
'neath him she braved the peril.
Attached to the barrel
Her grasp to such.
Strength wavered,