A Cold

​I’m catching my death of cold
To the flu my health’s been sold
All things considered and told
I do feel rather old

O where hath my youth gone
For its vigor, I’m forlorn
Now I ache, break, and moan
Who hath this blight sown

Oh for the carefree days of past
Where my youth I had seen last
I’d pawn or sell all I hast
For as an elder I’m miscast

– Raziel ©2017

Adrift

In a moment
The sea erupts into tumultuous glory
In the next
It stretches out like a sheet of glass

Time’s sea splashes ‘n changes all the time
Searching for weakness, for a chink
Aboard a boat we all are
Us insecure, unsure, fearful masses

Without oar nor paddle we hold on
Without sail nor rudder we drift on

By happenstance we meet others like us,
Some unlike us
Staying together only till the next stray wave
Forever onward we must brave

 – Raziel ©2017

The Daily Post – Adrift

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Farce

I do not care for all the bad words
The whispers and sniggers, barbs and swords
I smile and accept the limitations you perceive
They pass through unfettered, like water through sieve

But the sanity is a farce, a facade for you
Cause inside I am breaking apart, torn in two

I am untouched, unmaligned by your lies
What you think I am worth is only for your eyes
I am not by you, nor you by me
I’m not shackled by your views, I am free

But the sanity is a farce, a facade for you
Cause inside I am breaking apart, torn in two

 – Raziel ©2017

Via Daily Post – Farce #inspiration-2

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is sure, tomorrow is true
Usurping todays without qualm nor rue

Refilling hope with every sunrise
Turning yesterdays into a word to the wise

Tomorrow is always the best of days
Letting me rethink my ways

New opportunity, new battle
Another chance to prove my mettle

Changing my truth, what I thought I knew
Letting me grow, recast anew

To build, destroy, and rebuild
To gather the courage that Today spilled

Tomorrow is sure, tomorrow is true
Usurping todays without qualm nor rue

– Raziel ©2017

Via Daily Prompt – Qualm