Gloomy for sure seems his future now;
Less light seems to land upon his brow.
Always it feels like dimming of the sun;
Uneasiness diminishes his fun.
Cumulus clouds can clutter up his sky,
Overnight could overcome such a guy.
Mortal man must keep his mortality,
Although his soul exists eternally.
I have always enjoyed acrostics. Interesting that many of your poems are 'hidden' acrostics because you don't tell us that they are!
Mortal man must keep his mortality....I liked this prudent expression. An insightful piece...5 stars.
maybe you 'need to' talk to you atheist friend KK? ? i'm hopeless, so no use speaking to me! ! bri :)
Wow. An interesting poetic interpretation of the experience of glaucoma. I've had some troubles with my eyes lately, so I can relate to some aspects of what you write. Thanks for sharing. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gee, Kim, i wouldn't have [easily] guessed that this poem had anything to do with glaucoma' as you mention in topics of this poem. but now i SEE it! OH! now i see the Acrostic note, above. that IS a clue! ! ! i was looking for a poem......Shadows In The Dark....for section B of October's showcase. did i get the title wrong, or isn't it in PH? oops! ! ! my error. YOUR 2ND poem is to be Shall I Compare Thee to a Bale of Hay. :) that other one is by Darlene Walsh. heh heh. but this wasn't a bad one to stumble over in my darkness! do you have glaucoma? good luck if you do! bri :) bri :)