Sadly he fades
As will his shadow,
Ever so frayed
By lingering sorrows,
From loosing his way
To what he had left,
Be hours or days
Already too worn,
To assess his stay
Made be life norm,
Of requisite hold
Will cease exist,
As displace unfolds
Once meant to inhabit,
While rulers bent low
And annihilatingly bold,
Leads man into darkness
Of a world going hollow!
He is as one
With he whom resides
Abidingly inside,
Who lived within
When body draped
With youthful skin,
Yet he who be therein
Albeit much the same,
Not so the he we see
Worn more than thin,
With cragged façade
Those years did carve,
Upon a now worn lad
The while resides as one,
With he who lives inside!
ode to they who have arrived
Looking
From inside out,
I see a face
Has me in doubt,
Though I know
It’s me inside and out,
I fail discern
This face be so,
As one I’d worn
The many years
Since I was born…
As lines of time
In crags so shape,
Thus bared façade
Conjures adverse,
Allows one see
Life be perverse…
Hence though I gaze
With woeful eyes,
The while I fantasize
At once arresting face,
Now to imagine wise
Mind so disguised
That I should visualize,
Looking from outside in!
Poetry on a canapé 