The mind is a scary place.

He shouted from the rooftop

His call went unheard

Returning to the ‘comfort’ of a damp rucksack

Made himself a comfortable as possible.

 

Life can be cruel at the best of times

Must make the best of the hand I was dealt

None of us know what lies ahead

One of life’s many imponderables.

 

His was an affluent upbringing

Unfortunately, falling in with the wrong crowd was his undoing.

After once more studying the tattered photographs

Suddenly he was airborne.

(c) Chris Black. September 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

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