-15.05.17_16:57-

Distant but here
I hear the happy sounds

I Am the Sorrow

Some days I do not just feel sorrow

Some days I am the sorrow

I am the grey sky

That threatens spitting snow

I am the heaviness in your limbs

Your shuffling gait

Reluctant to get

Where you are expected

Longing (revisited)

She knew something

of longing

Ache in her soul

that would awaken

without warning

Tears that welled up

unbidden

-14.03.17_14:37-

Sitting in my private universe
Squared corners

Multiplied by Eternity

Heaven: YES  Hell: NO

I cannot conceive of eternity or the concept of forever.

Just imagine separation, seeing my loved ones never.

Death and separation from family and God, would a nightmare be.

Isolated for the rest of time would be hell, I agree.

-19.01.15_23:33-

My electronic addiction
Pales before
The subservience
Of those around me

Lanturne Poem: Ageing

Poetry challenge: Lanturne poem.

age
wrinkles
isolate