​My Poems​

From thrashing rage to mournful wail, Metallica's music never fails. Hetfield's roar, a primal scream, Hammett's riffs, a metal dream....

The mirror shows a stranger now, a face etched deep with time, Where laughter lines, like canyons, course, a map of life's long climb....

In twisted sheets, a cold sweat clings, A terror grips, the darkness sings. The man awakes, a gasp escapes, His heart a drum, a frantic...

With a grin that stretches ear to ear, And eyes that sparkle bright, A man unbound by doubt or fear, Embraces morning's light. He sees...