The Darkness Of His Wilderness Poem by Dorsey Baker

Over the years I've watch him
As he has sunken
Become smaller in size
Shorter in memory
A frightful skeleton of himself

His head has become
A cotton field of white
His face a tangled
Fishing line
His dark eyes far away
As if
Watching demons in the distance

In a wilderness of thought
He becomes the sound of silence
His hands are shaking
He needs another drink
His feet are dragging
He needs to
Take another nap!