Chasing Tales

darkness lingers
inside me
like an old friend
who has over stayed
their welcome;



light stands in the doorway
of my imagination
like a mistress
waiting for money and
an invitation in;


death underscores life
in its battle for
recognition and existence
in the barren world
of conflict insanity
where evil and good
are non existent concepts;




filtering air
filtering blood
filtering life
as we spend all our time
chasing tales.

29Aug16