Searching in the dark
You’ll find love hiding
In the corner
Impish grin upon
Its face
I dig computers
Searching in the dark
You’ll find love hiding
In the corner
Impish grin upon
Its face

Easy slumber
Fur faded
Over many sunsets
No notice
Of my journey
Guardian of his
Dreams

Driving office-wards
The driver’s disconnection
Obliviousness

The sun blocks the moon
Or is Sauron searching hard
For his ring again?

How much intolerance
Must I tolerate
To prove to the
Intolerant
That I am tolerant?
I created this some time ago, but find it still relevant. Maybe even more relevant. Actually, more so each passing day.
Contentment pulls
Me back to slumber
Despair’s grip
Weakens
Anxiety lurks
Waiting to
Wreck havoc