An elderly man sat caressing a book
A ghost of a man could be mistook
The sherbet glow of morning sun
Illuminating grass emerald green
Casting dancing shadows
A man's life has become so beige
Behind him a closet not opened in an age
Hid a suit and a dress gingerly cloaked together in plastic
Empty containers soured and crawling
Photos of two decorate the room
Vacations afar with the giraffes and kangaroos
Rending metal and flesh stopped the photos aging
Staples and string kept him a human being
But nothing could be done for the other
An elderly man sat cold and rigid
Patiently waiting for the first rays of the day
To come and take his soul away
Soon to be reunited in a photo again.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
