Be vigilant
as Presents pass
as you age
and time goes fast
) uncaging (
↓ Hands ↑
of Death
>that grasp<
Watch carefully
for portents…
Yesterdays
Will come too soon
remember when’s
In empty rooms
Galloping toward your
own doom
a taunting mean
of morbid
Without
the warmth
Of bloodlines own–
–Concerns and care
of family known–
–the hearth ♥ that makes
A house
a home
Wrought over Time—
–is torment.
©Karen Robiscoe
April 14, 2014 






Loved this! Kind of reflects some of the dark & bittersweet I’ve been feeling lately.
maybe it’s an energy, because i hear ya, sister soul…:(
but a smiley thank you for your time to comment & visit…GB..U
I think demise almost often hence i learnt to be ..”.the warmth
Of bloodlines own–”