Sorrow’s Grip

Sorrow’s grip is cruel this evening,
It’s tighter than the usual.
It seems I cannot shake these feelings;
The desperation is mutual.
Thoughts wander through the night
And leave a trackless path,
Like memories I cannot revisit;
Like wheat without the chaff.

by Garret Woo

1/10/2019

Secret Lantern

By pictured form or written word,
I plot my thoughts upon the map;
Digitized by growing eyes,
Their hidden meanings I unwrap.
The secret lantern shows the way,
It illuminates the path;
Its glowing vessel set ablaze,
To animate my craft.

by Garret Woo

1/6/2019

Angels and Demons

I’m caught in the middle between angels and demons
And in their persuasions lost.
Some tell me “this” the others “that”
And I’m left counting the cost.
A blessing, some would say I have,
To dapple among both worlds.
Instead, I walk a twisted path of uncertainty and swirls.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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