Suffering Pain
The evening breeze,
cold and damp,
in the twilight of his life
reluctantly resuscitates
the vagaries of the mind,
mostly nonchalant revelations.
A mind storm begins to brew
creating disconnected
and fragmentary visions
of hidden secrets
and disappeared friends.
Ephemeral and absurd tales
of love and pain evoke
insane nightmares,
as he mumbles manic moans,
dead ghosts roam in his room:
brain sickness of a succumbing soul.
Death's sickle will strike soon.
And then rich relief, he hopes....
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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