The Day’s Rest
The exhausted Day Collapsed into the Sunset And fell right to sleep. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Entries by :Susan-Kay: Hanzlik.
Unexpected
No one heard the knock Of the unseen Visitor. Death had come to call. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Conscience Question
In the midst of rage His mother’s voice haunted him. “Is it worth it son?” :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Fatherly Advice
He told His daughter, “Your soul is what matters most. Guard it with your life.” :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Sobering Truth
A million bottles Will not take away the pain Deep down in his soul. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Invitation
The open window Invited a Butterfly To the Flower Vase. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Presumed Assumptions
Everyone else thought He was solving the problem. He thought they all were. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Back Road
If I could just go Back to before they all left I’d be there right now. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Childhood
A part of me longs For what used to be, yet will Never be again. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Irrelevant Numbers
How can a Planet Filled with billions of people Feel so desolate? ©1994 :Susan-kay: Nelson. From the Book, “Whispering Spirits of the Soul”