Life on Social Media…
By Richard H. Fay
Fragments and flecks,
Slivers and snippets,
Dribbles and drips,
Life cut down to clippings,
Excerpts from one's existence,
Morsels forming tiny mouthfuls
Devoured by the hungry mob,
But never enough to please.
Tormented by Shadows of the Departed
By Richard H. Fay
Lemures whisper taunts in my ears.
Larvae slither across my floor at night.
Specters trouble my sleep with their moans.
Ghosts haunt my dreams with their groans.
My tortured existence is forever haunted
By the shades of those who have come before.
My Undiminished Soul
By Richard H. Fay
My soul remains pure and whole
Though your clenched fists may strike
My bruised and battered body.
My spirit remains hale and strong
In spite of the abuses endured by
My beaten and bloodied flesh.
You may damage my mortal shell
But you cannot touch
My immortal soul.
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