Poetry

Fear’s Job

Fear has a comfortable office in my brain,

because he is, in his own words, a hard worker.

His position is rather high in the office,

been working hard for several million years.

But recently, the last hundred years or so,

work has come in that he can’t make heads or tails of.

For work like this he has a time-honored policy:

He pushes the main office to disregard Logic, a coworker.

 

The Sudden Gradual Change

The end of childhood came gradually, or was it very fast?

Thinking about it, my responsibilities slowly grew,

and even though I knew it wouldn’t last,

before I realized I was walking I flew.

My childish beliefs, fears, and grudges vanished from my present mind,

suddenly existing only within memories that evoke nostalgia and regret.

Thoughts of realism replaced those of the ideal kind,

even those I am loath to forget.

Although I sadly relinquished these thoughts and desires,

I am who I was, refined through a forge, not purged through fires.

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Circumstances

A stumble, a trip,

a chance meeting due to it,

destroys prior paths.

 

Substance

A comment spit out

during times of merriment

sparks a raucous roar,

appeals to a vapid side,

yet provides substance to life.