04-20-2017, 12:25 AM
Observed
When I was small, I was not afraid
of being alone.
A tiny man with a razor blade
watched from the above ventilation duct.
His smile would walk down my spine.
When I was alone, I was not afraid
of death.
I watch my children sleep.
When I was small, I was not afraid
of being alone.
A tiny man with a razor blade
watched from the above ventilation duct.
His smile would walk down my spine.
When I was alone, I was not afraid
of death.
I watch my children sleep.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson