Years pinched into dust

The carousel spins. Shaking you choose a mighty stallion Small hands bunching into his mane, You cling to the beast as time starts to churn Refusing to budge yet it is all in vein. The carousel spins. Years pass and tiny hands turn into mighty claws Outgrowing your beast the stallion trembles, Your claws are…

History is torn​ by fog

Youth was full of fun and games The road a path my small hands made, The clock spins and time moves on Days of fun now beginning​ to fade. With each step across this crumbling bridge I fear I will slip, Falling through my mind’s maze Wondering what caused the trip. Sky is fogged and…

Deeply embedded wrinkles

You walk carelessly Each step a bouncing and heartfelt skip, That is until a pebble is unearthed Causing your form to trip. Adrenaline and youth surging You decide to push on, However, muscles start to strain But you are determined to see the red of the dawn. A storm of ice and fire hits Itching…