Dark Nights. Poem by John kago

The dark sweeps over, silence its partner
two men of opposite ends toss and turn
their minds in turmoil, their bodies tired, their souls restless.

the first on a rickety, rusty spring bed,
oh what gives he laments
he looks at his wife of ten years, does he suffice
or does she regret every passing moment they've led.
of the empty kitchen cabinet, how will he supplement
painful thoughts of his efforts and sacrifice,
erupt as he finally thinks of his kindred
are they ashamed of him, of his plight.
he shuts his eyes tight, to think of nothing
only of darkness and silence.

the second on a plush Salisbury white oak bed,
oh what gives he laments
he looks at his wife, his fifth in two years
but his heart is cold, for in sweet Alice all the love it bled.
for his stocks in stores, lorries in transit; immense worry he vents
and shame of his proud, conceited kin who plot deviously
behind cold smiles for ill wealth, its all so empty
he shuts his eyes, to think of nothing
only of darkness and silence.

the dark shall sweep over, with silence still its partner
two men of opposite ends will toss and turn
their minds in turmoil, their bodies tired, their souls restless.