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
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
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
