A grey day
No sun breaks the sky.
The cold slaps at the lungs with each breath drawn.
Ripples of pain shoot through his back,
spreading in the concentric circles
as a pebble is thrown into a pond.
Left to wonder if it's the advancing cancer in
a failing 73 year old body,
or the two-hundred pounds of firewood
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,sadness,uncertainty