Dave Rhumour Poet Rhyme

The End

The voice of hate

I've heard of late

Has sunk me down in terror


A crippled ship

I drift the depths 

Of navigators error



Once bathed in light

I'm now undone

Left struggling in the dark


My memory turns

To days far gone

When the voice was of a lark



So tortured life

Now ends in strife

I gasp in vain for breath


Just left alone

Froze to the bone

I'm shaking myself to death.

  
©Rhumour 1974

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