MrRee's

Autobiographical poetry of an old mercenary and die-hard romantic.

Adieu

With just fleeting pain I'm on my way To a better place Where life is gay There's no more hurt But plenty of pep So with these pills I take that step And with a note Upon my chest

Fettled Doom

How shall I carry this fear that grows Within me like a waxing moon How shall I hide this terror that throws Shadows on my fettled doom A secret thing,a profound fate

Recoil

You take the aim And pull it in Cross the hairs Commit the sin The recoil felt Is no where near The splitting crack Within your ear And when you look Straight down the sight

Diamonds

I'm sat here waiting In the viscosity of time Just treading water No rhythm nor rhyme Picking up diamonds On a deserted island beach In case I get rescued In case there's a niche