The Deepest Dwell
It has been one hell of a year for him,
so much denial
when propelled into the future
being he was forewarned as a youth,
‘it’s no fun becoming old’ by those
he would mimic as clowns
and now he, bemused while
floating within the mire of his misunderstanding.
There are reasons he is told,
although unsure he wants to know
when with one hand to grasp
at the life he once held,
the other besieged with tenacious pain
thrust into the unknown,
soon accompanied with his mind
to be totally immersed.
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2017
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