A twisty tale between irony and truthA Poem by J.A.BentleyEnjoy
"What is that!"
"Relax," I told my mind whatever it is will make itself known in time Knock, knock came resounding through my head "What ho! Who lays there? Better be quick to talk or I'll take you captive and shoot you dead!" "It's me, Mr. Worry. Nothing to fear," came the quiet and lucid reply. "Allow me to rest and warm my bones for it is cold and dark out here." Rising from my book and wine I approached the keyhole with gun in hand and cautious in mind. Tiptoe, tiptoe hold, pause, resume again I went to gather whatever a gander could lend. Peeking through the keyhole at Mr.Worry my eyes were met by a whole multitude of shadowy forms I recognized a few from before: Mr. Doubt, General Distrust, Deacon Religion Mr. Worry, the speaker, with Mr. Fear in tow followed by Mr. Death and Sir Coldness, (just to name a few) "Mr.Worry," I yelled through the door,"Are you alone?" I have little room to spare you see and that's the only way I can let you in to rest and warm your bones." I saw some shuffling in the ranks and files Mr. Worry pushed a hunched and unassuming figure forward with a perfect face of darkness and devious smile "Yes I'm quiet alone out here...by myself." (here I heard and saw some figures chuckle) The figure said somewhat coaxingly, "So please allow me in to regain my strength and recover my health." "I know that voice from anywhere! It's Lil' Lie! Trying to pull a fast one on me again are we? I've allowed you and your gang once and twice before enough for me to know your tricks this time! I did a little looking by and by so see who has the job of kicking you and your cronies with all your tricks, games, and shame out of my head, out of my thoughts." A hand rested strongly, softly upon my shoulder. "Lord! You scared me there," I exclaimed. "Here are the guys I was telling you about, Lil' Lie in front, Mr. Worry over there." My God, he moved quick to work slicing and dicing with his sword till none was seen nor were heard. He posted watch outside the door all night and stayed there throughout the day taking captives by the throngs sending them away allowing me to rest and work sometimes on the weekends relax and play with overall strength in my heart and peace in my mind. I must remark, upon reflection that this warrior is better than that one that Deacon Religion tried to offer. I recommend Him 100% of the time.
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3 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 17, 2011 AuthorJ.A.BentleyMacon, GAAboutThere are things, places, events that mark my life and give me inspiration to write down poetry. Usually these instances last only a day or two after the inspiration, so if I can't be found I could ju.. more..Writing
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