Situations Poem by Dave Dafes

I fear thee not thou unknown haint
Though my spirit thou cause to faint
My blissful rest thou must cease to haunt
As thou made me a misery gaunt
To thy crypt I banish thee
With thee, I seal’d no deal
I call’d the wind to bear thee home
In the woods thou art made to roam
Blow, blow thou gentle wind
Let me behold its fleeing hind.

Thou art nothing but an illusion
And I must hold thee in derision
Though thou has feign’d an existence
Thou can’t make me a little tense
Thou may try to persuade me by thy farce
And subject me to soul renting bash
So I can believe thou art real
But thou must see I garb a faith seal
And nothing thou do can make it spill
Cause daily I drank of optimism’s pill

Thou art nothing but a mist
Though thou tried so hard that I may believe thy gist
But at Solar’s touch thou ‘d fade away
Lesser men thou can sway
For I know this is but a fleeting moment.