Little Dark memories….
Deaths cold dark stare
Too much to bare
For a little child
And his teddy bear
Frozen at the roadside
Cannot move to interfere
Only me and death
Are waiting here
Everything happens
For no reason
The angels delight in our play
Death carries everything away
The dark horse
Has run its course
All the dread is tucked up in bed
Time to be precious and free
Save a little luck for me…
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DARK AND HOPEFUL—BOTH!!!!
By: Jonathan Caswell on May 22, 2014
at 5:56 pm
There is hope for thee……….
By: kcg1974 on May 22, 2014
at 9:16 pm