Poems By Me (#2)

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The clock just started tickingbut there’s so much left to doNever will I finishNever will I get throughIt all just begunbut it’s later than it seemsTimes running outthe panic in me screams

#138 By R. Embs 12-2025
The clock just started ticking
but there’s so much left to do
Never will I finish
Never will I get through
It all just begun
but it’s later than it seems
Times running out
the panic in me screams

#137 By R. Embs 12-2025

Words struggle to find a place of
prominence among things left unsaid
causing deafening sounds of silence
as they now fill my head

#136) By R. Embs 4-2025

Poems Seldom Read

The poems that I write are seldom read

that’s a truth I’ve always  known

but with so many words filling my head

I’m earnestly constrained  to write on

I could easily print several poetry books

using past poems and having them bound

But there is no need to produce such a book

since interest for them is rare found

Still today I am compelled to write once again

using the words that live in my head

So I’ll write a few down using  paper and pen

seriously doubting they’ll ever be read

#137) By R. Embs 12-19-2025

“It” Has A Name

It invades my rest revealing spiritual carnage beyond description. Battles rage on both sides of the veil. Eyes change color as It pierces deep into my soul. What first appears to be stable and solid morphs into It’s true form speaking words of ancient rituals that echo in the wind. Sinister music plays as It’s dark laughter grows louder and louder causing paralysis thus destroying any hope of escape. Once again pure evil has taken form while I sleep. It has a voice, It has a smell, It has a face and It has a name —————Nightmare.