here is the first poem i wrote after a long time of hiatus...
Parallax
No one man thinks that
everything would be possible,
fear always creeps in,
making you lose focus,
ambition, sanity; even life
is not safe from the blackness
of terror, its icy grip always
closes in and reaches for
your heart, numbing every
little action, every muscle
in your body, leaving you
paralyzed and weak, staring
in disbelief at your own
figment of dark imagination.
- For little Enzo
