A day of weird poetry

“Darkness is my friend”

I like it when it’s dark.

It makes me feel safe.

If people can’t see me, they can’t judge me.

If they don’t know I’m coming, they can’t cross the street to avoid me.

When it’s light, I feel exposed;

Vulnerable, noticeable, attackable.

I long for eternal night.

But don’t misconstrue – I’m not wishing I was dead.

I just prefer the dark.

“The End”

Hollow paths lead to a Flat Earth.

A dome encases thoughts of flight.

None get paid beyond their worth.

Bankers are a sordid blight.

Revelations told of burning.

The truth is rain; we’ll soon be gone.

Still obsessed with what we’re earning.

The End is reached with blindfolds on.

“Soul Cancer”

Reality shows.

(Whose reality?)

Talent shows.

(Devoid of talent)

Non-stop news.

(Gossip and opinion)

Sporting conflicts.

(Overpaid thugs)

Journalism.

(Paid agenda)

Politics.

(Corruption, ego)

Celebrity.

(Vain, wealthy)

Lazy blogger.

(Rory C.)

RC 29-4-18