Category: Provoke My Thoughts


Abandoned buildings long dark halls

Owls hooping, shadowed walls

My mind is racing, sweaty palms

My heart is pounding from dusk to dawn

Fear not a bad dream

Nor monsters under my bed

Made up characters

Nor imaginative figures in my head

Haunted houses, uneasy ghost

That roam, lurk and stalk the earth

A wise man once said “How petty,

Fear the living not the dead”

People destroy people

At times without reason

One must wonder the point in only just believing

Fear not a ghost tale

But quiver at the six o’clock news

When Sunday approaches

I pay my tithes, I pay my dues

Prayers to be kept whole all by his favor

Uncertain if sanity resides with mine neighbor

Fear the world where morality is at a record low

Where selflessness is unnatural and kindness uncanny

Shall I fear the world?

Here today and gone tomorrow

Oh but life’s too short to live in sorrow

Does he in the sky determine my fate?

Anxiety of my neighbor acting in hate

-Jeanine Monique


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