Run through, stiff ascend never restful
Sleep roughly, mindful of what’s ahead
A day, a week and month, will not take heed
Ardent, watchful, always full of scheme
Work is the pastime, desk’s the playground
Seasons passed by, success, like you wanted
Castle was made, solid, can’t be shunted
Sixty years old, alone, weak with your baton
The time, has claimed your youth, with no pardon
King with no Queen, a throne lacking subjects
Devoid of joy, your life full of dejects
Whispers you cast, fractious, thumping abyss
Sunset creeps fast, you’ll pass without such bliss
Interesting piece. For some reason, the 10th and 13th lines jump out at me, largely because they lack the commas that break up the rest of the other lines. It seems to lend those lines more importance, and that may not necessarily be intentional.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gabriel, you really took time to read my pieces. I will definitely incorporate all your suggestions.
ReplyDeleteCompletely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brit, beautiful as you I hope:)
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