Death Poison Cup (From, Poet On Www) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

How strange is the dim?
With its flowing and glowing;
The entire whimsical whim,
Form each moments going.
I am down and I am up,
With the darkness inside;
And the death poison cup,
Those from corner all hide.

What is wrong with me now?
Who can understand my song?
Show me mercy somehow,
So I can get along.
Through the night and the day,
In the twilight's around;
Every dark that comes my way,
And inside everywhere is found.

Take my ways as they are,
‘Cause I can’t change a thing;
I'm at peace and at war,
When I whisper and sing.
Roller casting my own life,
With my thoughts I say and do;
Cutting inside like a knife,
Never seeing clear or through.