Life as a crustacean, must seem pretty hard, to be in a shell your whole life,only coming out to escape the dark, when they do emerge and finally see the sun, it’s a short lived beautiful moment, now its time to run, when in their shell their safe away from danger, then we come out, only to be met by a smiling stranger, been living your life upside down thinking you see smiles but in reality their only frowns, I go back in my shell for it’s the safest place to dwell, they say come on out and have fun, no thanks,I’m fine in my living hell.
About the Creator
Truman
I’m just a simple man! I live in the country, not sure how to describe myself. I’ll try again….one day! For now I hope those that discover my poems enjoy them as much as I did composing them! Much love to all you beautiful creative minds!
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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