Two Sides of the Same Coin

Celebrating

Birth and death,

Praying

For life,

Condoling a demise.

Celebrations and festivities

Of life’s irony

Staring me hard in my face,

Stone-faced, ruthless.

Where do I draw the line?

Between joy and sorrow?

Between faith and hopelessness?

What I do today has no relevance tomorrow.

Life or death -just two sides of the same coin.

Celebration and festivity – all in the mind…

Poetry Potluck: Celebrations and festivities

Whose Halloween Is It Anyway?

Many a night

when I try hard to sleep,

Howling dogs

prey on my hidden insecurities....

Hooting owls

send me eerie messages

of forthcoming misfortune....

Blind bats

rush past me

to feed on the blood of god forsaken creatures...

During the day

when I feel free as a lark

scary scarecrows in green fields

stare at me smugly....

Black cats

send shivers down my spine

as they circle around me and mew mockingly....

Day and Night -

I am caught in the tentacles of time.

Each trying to wickedly overtake the other,

playing a dangerous game

of fun and fear

drowning all my arrogant assumptions

of my supposedly dominating presence.

Making me wonder..

Whose Halloween is it anyway?

Mine or Theirs?

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