I Was Scared
Entry by: Godai41
2nd January 2015
Two poems on the topic I Was Scared
The Storm
The storm bit hard, but
I fear far more the cut of
normalady soon to come.
Old Father Man
I drink this day without thee,
Old Father Man, old man, I
drink this day, this day, for
the first time, time since nineteen
forty one, my first day, I
swallow this day, down it goes,
this day, first long midnight
hour of day, like wine so sweet
it must be sour, this day I drain.
And though I, first born, leave
a cup for thee this day, no prophet stirs
the crusty earth as my glass
eyes crack.
The Storm
The storm bit hard, but
I fear far more the cut of
normalady soon to come.
Old Father Man
I drink this day without thee,
Old Father Man, old man, I
drink this day, this day, for
the first time, time since nineteen
forty one, my first day, I
swallow this day, down it goes,
this day, first long midnight
hour of day, like wine so sweet
it must be sour, this day I drain.
And though I, first born, leave
a cup for thee this day, no prophet stirs
the crusty earth as my glass
eyes crack.