macdaill
Sep 30, 2018 03:18
Please do not tell me
I better get better
or that I really
can just shake it off.
Unless you can feel
the illness in me
that stabs at my mind,
your help is wasted.
Your ignorant words
are a disaster,
tear at my weakness,
rip blood from my soul.
Do not advise me,
take your myths away,
I need no kindness
which only brings pain.
©2018 Kevin John
macdaill
Sep 24, 2018 05:39
The smells of summer
are wafted away
on the crisp breezes
as autumn arrives.
Then will the leaves fall
to coat the chilled earth
with a bronze blanket,
prepared for the snow.
©2018 Kevin John Dail
macdaill
Feb 01, 2016 05:36
Footsore, back aching,
stairs become a sequence
of comforting seats.
humor
macdaill
Nov 01, 2014 03:12
Look not for my dusted bones
if you disinter my tomb,
for I shall not rest within,
nor will my corporeal form
wait to be lifted skyward
or tortured by inferno.
I leave my cooling body
that knowledge may multiply
in whatever small manner
scientist can discover,
thus to redeem happy life
and mark my reality.
life death reality
