Last To Be Heard
Then, last to be heard
The quiet roads, lonely and old,
The beach deserted, the air
Too thick, can we breathe?
The force of the night and
Its power, too much.
Crimes follow us, pain invisible
Exist in our thoughts and carry
No disease, the fear, the fear
Of a tree falling to winter,
The fear of the beach under
Ocean water, the fear of living
Is worst, last to be heard it
Disappears to the time of
Blue skies and promised riches.
Copyright © Michael East | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment