a poem of disappointment

A Poem of Disappointment  

 

A knock on my door a friend stood on the tram

he had a book in his hand it was mine I had given to him last Christmas.

He looked disappointed he had expected golden words

to lift his spirit so he could fly, and found dystopian words on paper.

I saw him leave and watched him merge with the sun mist that

hangs between the dales.

How could I tell him the golden words were in an oak chest buried?

On the Saragossa Island and I had thrown the key into the sea,

I had no rowing boat, and the Island was shrouded in an everlasting fog.

Lamented the loss of a friend and began writing about farm animals,

how true they are and then we eat them.

◄ Dance of the wolves

God`s laughter ►

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