Monsters and Doubt

i bring a hastening

i bring the wastening

i bring the shadow of days

and warriors of old

to fight in them

i bring the dark

a fatal spark

“i bring postcards

from the mailbox”

he said in his gangster voice

another bout

another shout

i bring a pestilence

i bring a foul disease

to this ease

i bring the monsters

i bring the doubt

the hate the noise

the scare

the fear

i bring surprise

both in fresh lies

the angst the fugue

and the leer

i bring the empty

i bring the dear

this empty gets tangled

mixed up with the full

leaves you thinking

you actually have a choice

it brings a hell storm

and a dull funeral dirge

you may have heard

but it wasn't.....my voice

a nearing so endearing

there is no mending

the never ending

it just goes on

make sure you know

what you want

it just goes on

or is forever sending

a postcard to you