Thursday, 17 August 2017

Where to Now?

Let’s force the sinners into Heaven,
for happiness is overrated.


Fill every day with dumb distractions
which ride the falling waves of pointless.


No memory could match those losses
found in my unknown father’s grave.


Your table laid with food I could not eat:
I ended up both starved and poisoned.


Reality viewed upside-down was
no less confusing than my latest poem.

1 comment:

  1. what terrible losses for a sonless father, a fatherless son fares little better