Paul Christopher Robertson


He - Poem by Paul Christopher Robertson

Wistful memories of youth
Haunt his troubled fractured mind
The harsh master of time has been frightfully cruel
Etching tears into his weathered skin
Now hanging from the bones
With such distaste it’s a marvel
He hasn’t begun to rot
Harsh winds have battered him
Deadly winters have bitten him
Blood has coated and left him
Society has denied him
And he denied it
Sin has wronged him
And he also has sinned
Love has been false to him
But he not to her
Hope has lied to him
But he refuses to disbelieve
Fate has fooled him
But still he waits
He has stared death in the eyes
And death stairs at him
Want steels his eyes
But she is long far gone
Death claws at him
But he patently waits
He knows
But forgot


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, January 13, 2012


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