Vaughn Wood Poems
- Who Am I? “Who am I, you ask? ” I am a narrative in the ...
- The Worst And Best Day Of My L... Not many days hold the ...
- Old Man The old man whittled a point on a stick he ...
- The Unwelcomed Guest Your stench is that of an unwelcomed ...
- The Pro-Fusser Professing to be wise With mouth wide ...
- Buried Alive The moment I laid eyes on it I knew there is ...
- The Wait Kills The Man The wait kills the man; A necessary ...
“Who am I, you ask? ”
I am a narrative in the making,
A happy ending not yet told;
A plot unapologetically thickening,
An unedited pagination in bold.
I am a breath worth breathing,
Escaping death with each blow;
Avoiding over speculating
When the last one will flow.
I am faith in motion,
More enlightened via the personal
Than stage-like public spectacle.
I am desire, craving daily to be known,
Not forced into isolation to venture alone;
But absorbing each new sunrise and sunset
Providing ... more »
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The Worst And Best Day Of My Life
Not many days hold the power of such parody,
Where reflection bids a respectful bow.
Catastrophic at first glance,
A single day full of heartbreaking events.
Recollection of painful conversations,
Attempted explanations, now vanished into thin air.
Failure beyond human comprehension,
How dare Winter steal Spring’s fresh scent.
The loyal appearing disenchanted,
The young, anguished, their innocence lost.
The criminal confessing,
While departing alone in the dark.
Could any good surface
From the ash of these burnt dreams?
The worst of...