Two Poems

Rescue

No goodness is left,
Not one small trace
Of peace or light
In this bad place.

The dark is all
That I can see,
Have mercy, you,
Come rescue me.


Cold

Cold light shining,
Merciless.
Cold eyes gleaming,
Passionless.
Cold soul pulsing,
Bodiless.

Cold mind racing,
Heartless.
Cold blow flowing,
Ruthless.
Cold corpse moving,
Soulless.