Splendor to the aging body has disappeared,
shaded looks from an old lover causes the
soul to cry. The enemy time is not kind, as both
beauty and strength begins to decay. Time
engulfs the aged, suddenly life changes in
Of youth we dream, while youth and old
age s begin to entwine. The past is gone
there is no future; the years have gone by
so quickly, we weep. The days are long, were
we ever young, this crumbling body we cannot
change. The prison we live in, the past, the
present brings weary pain.
Suffer, feeble, remembrance hidden deep within
our minds. Emotions felt, we must live the hand we
are dealt, life has not been kind. Frozen in time, ghost
of ourselves, there is nothing left to tell. It is the last
stage of life, some wait for Heaven, while others
continue to live in hell!
The book of poetry “A Passage into Madness” has been ten years of collections; my daughter passed suddenly 2010; my mourning has been hidden within the pages of my poetry and my life, my pain constant. most times I find myself in a place of inner darkness, the threat of madness crouched above me; and it does not go away. I was in a fervor to put the words down; what begin as writing, an accounting of me, turned quickly into “Poetry”. I felt like my spirit wanted the accounting, the apocalyptic writing begin; and it closed with shocking revelations into my personal life.
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