Losses
Losses
My hungers, thwarted – starved.
Justice, love, friendships, dreams.
My appetites, suppressed – denied.
Intelligence, passion, sex – dead.
For now, they only live in my head.
Regrets – many – living passed, I have cried
as all I have let slip away, it seems
leaves my spirit, my soul dry as stone – carved.
These, the thoughts of an old man
who thought, believes – does the best he can
with oh so little in his bag - he has at hand.
Family, friends – ghosts at the other end of this land.
B. J. “A” 2
August 11th 2004
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014
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