Thomas King Poet Prose Poetry

The Winds of Change

The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life
And stripped the branches bare

Naked limbs
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be
But is no longer there 

Left cold and alone
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased

A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life
Now stands in its place

Dust settles on the surface
Of the once lively
Soul that used to be

Cobwebs have become its
Security blanket and dead
Parasites and insects its company
In a place named misery

Though there is still a beat
Of the heart, there is no drive
No destination or purpose

Just an empty shell
That’s smells of
Regret and sorrow

Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder 
To our faded dreams 
Which no longer serves us

Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness
Of endless today’s 
And a forgotten tomorrows

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Roy Merritt December 1, 2016 at 2:47 PM Excellent description of one's life, the vagaries of it, the splendor of youth, wonder and love, but all to be lost and gone given up to encroaching illness and disease and one's inevitable demise.