My Failing Life

My Failing Life My bones are chilled; winter like death. Cold lay bare - rain like tears. Wildflower that opens in the morning and by the evening cut down - only to wither. Innocence answers to fear - every heart broken with breasts torn asunder. Distant ghostly promises!! Now is the time, if there were remedies or regrets; innumerable stills in my mind. A reflexion of possibilities that might have been. Disappointed in what has yielded in love – disaffected of life. Sands of my life sinking in a time glass, awaiting to pay my debt to nature. Death worms drags a man almost unbeknown to himself, down to the prison of “His Grave”. Into the cold quiet soil, of the once most cherished Valley. Death worms - move through the soil and clamber over “flesh and soul”. Death will have no power over me.