OUT OF FOCUS

 

Fear screams

through a fragile mind

while those who pass

are deaf and blind

to the the world

beyond their focus.

 

Commuters hurry

and heels tap tap

as snows first flurry

covers the back

of the dooway's

destitute sleeper

 

The bottled spirit

held loose in the hand

that's too cold to respond

to the feeble command

of a wreck of a man

who cannot fall any deeper.

 

The heart that is chilled

is reluctluctant to beat

as it struggles on

but cannot compete

with the crippling wind  -

 

                                  -  that shrivels flesh from the bone.

◄ THE BARDS SONG

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Flyntland

Sat 10th Dec 2022 09:54

My thanks to Bethany your 'like' is greatly appreciated -
and to Patricia and Stefan for kindly commenting.

<Deleted User> (34737)

Fri 9th Dec 2022 21:24

True as can be imagery of those having to grin and bear it despite the misery they live in

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Flyntland

Fri 9th Dec 2022 11:09

Thank you Stephen G for your welcome coment

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 8th Dec 2022 17:27

I love the rhythm of this, Flyntland.

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Flyntland

Thu 8th Dec 2022 13:10

Thank you Leon and Helene for your kind comments and to Stephen for reading and for your like,

<Deleted User> (34685)

Wed 7th Dec 2022 20:41

such a fabulous and fabulously flowing poem Flyntland 👍

LS

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Hélène

Wed 7th Dec 2022 20:19

Sad reality, powerful poem

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