Evil

Can you tell what evil is?  Evil is sly and conniving Smooth and easy It slides down like a fine wine from the hills of France. Do you believe what you hear? Lies are easy to tell but hard to decipher They tangle you up like a spider’s web Until the noose is tightly pulled…

Slippery Slope

In a forest dead of life, a woman stands Lost of her sense of direction She stands there waiting for someone to find her and carry her home Thinking she is alone she talks to herself Reminiscing about all her bad deeds Saying things that she would never tell a soul As the tears rolled…