Pmahc's Poetry Page

Sorry Son

For you Nick ;-)

here i sit
unable to play
sorry son
it wasn't suppose to be this way

i was suppose to be able
to get up and play
but instead
i have to sit in my chair all day

i know you don't understand
and you seem not to care
that i can't get up and play
it seems not to bother you that i'm in a chair

i only hope deep down inside
that i can provide for you
an enjoyable life
and luck in all you do

©2000 Eric W Rudd

"The Creature Who Lurks"

The darkness begins to howl
There exists a certain smell
Its creatures are on the prowl
But are you really able to tell

You gaze upon your time piece
Only to see the void
It's as though all has ceased
And you are so annoyed

Turn, turn around so swift
Absolutely nothing
The sight, the phase, the shift
Absolutely something

Chills and shivers you only feel
Evil is your thought
Can all this be so real
Finding what was sought

The howl is coming near
Your mind no longer works
You have so, so much fear
The creature who lurks

©2000 Eric W Rudd