Tune Me Out

Goodbye, year bygone

I watch you thundering away 

On your wheels of time

like a train rumbling past

You had barely ruffled my air

with your breeze of motion

Then you decided to crush me

with your last bogie

As December drains away

being sipped away in gulps,

like a lukewarm cup of tea

The final dregs reveal

a  fly in the drink

 I stare at the dead, wet insect

Was this the stuff I was drinking?

What made me retch, I don’t know

Which part of the corpse, in or out

I should close my eyes and drink some water.

Horror

Expression curtailed, held back by shock.

How do I put in words a deed of horror?

I was scared of shadows, I am now afraid of the light

Of monsters that hide in plain sight. 

Not of ghosts seeking revenge and retribution ,

but of ghouls seeking pleasure in my pain

Soon this terrifying horror will give way to horrifying terror,

of men and their acts, stares and hidden thoughts. 

Ashamed or angry is no longer the confusion,

Nor is the question what can I do

The question is will I be next or am I the next

witness or victim of such horror.