It could be a dark and silent grave. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

A feeling of weakness and fear overcame him

Following the sight of his general demeanour

Lately he had not been in the best of health

The long mirror in the bedroom telling the whole story.

Now, a state of confusion overpowered him

The new woman in his life

Sinking under the extreme anxiety

Of friendless bodies.

He must again begin where all ladders start

Haul himself out of the gutter he finds himself in.

This episode in a long life lived is true

We were often invited to dine at his table.

© Chris Black. February 2019

#Poetry #amwriting

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