Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
The dew that once fired my blank heart
That feeling; courage to bell the cat
Sneaks away, seeping through invisible pores
Leaving behind aching sores.
With every shredded sigh
Wisdom takes a homeward, shy.
Yet I long for another sigh
A bold long twisting lazy sigh
That sends wisdom on a new fly
And leaves me asking why?
Oh where is that armour
Strong, protective, impenetrable?
For when arrows clamour
For refuge in my delectable
Cove, I am left with no saviour.