Clive Culverhouse Poet Narrative

A Little More

I shaved my head
and wore a robe
the mountain pass
I found at last
grew thin alas
but fat I got
on nature's lot
her sounds were not
my thoughtless strobe
though I was dead
to the mountain's mass
in me she saw
I knew not what
my feet grew raw
I found my past
a timely flaw
the mountain pass
my life aghast
and all was for
a little more
though I was dead
I shaved my head

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Gary Radice February 18, 2024 at 2:34 AM This is a great poem. I hear what you are saying and reading deep into your words I feel those emotions too. I’m a retired RMN but I don’t think it matters whether you have insight or not into the daily struggles of mental illness to understand your subject matter here. It’s so well written. Cheers - Gary Clive Culverhouse February 18, 2024 at 3:01 AM Thanks for saying so, I appreciate you taking time to read my poem, Gary