Someone To Care

Standing at the easel of life a portrait of a man so much in love with that to tempt the mood, unable to caress his wanton spirit when cohabiting with a spent part of life’s toxic waste, his need to step off the world to escape its inhabitants from choking him to death, yet somewhere deep within his sunken soul a desire, to carve out a memorial in poetry with words now strange to him, but words they were of love the sweet scent of flowers, sunshine and simple things like that, yet his battle against his poison was arduous and, on the wane. a summer’s walk purged winter through nonchalant eyes seasons of despair Suddenly amongst a throng of internet poets an angel appeared, one to care, when magically she began to chase away his need, when painting a different picture of the world one he once knew when that he was of a child, one he needed to be able to reach out to, when from across the curvature of the earth many words of hope, tenderness sincerity, words of understanding and purpose. Yet with an abruptness she gave him a choice ‘Lie down my friend’ She said ‘Defeated and die’ Or rise everyday with the perpetual sun and live, give something of yourself, antidotes to aid those hankering down the same road you travelled, you can build on the positivity, armed with love and care, and with it your body your mind your soul will be cleansed. oh will-o’-the -wisp those that walketh in the dark reach for the sunlight © Harry J Horsman 2022 revamp of an old free verse poem.