Ted - Hello Poetry

Ted

52/M/Ireland Only starting to write at 52, I did as a young boy and teenager however the strugles and battles of life had to be overcome, time has finally arrived.

cold boy coins dwellers will fearful night breath auld pass sits hands sees knowing bequeathing spell holding hiding hell gracefully seeks ned dillon crying imprisoned wet bed engulfing door stars glistening delivers window tales frozen dreams pain memories windowed walls fate audience sentenced time hand blue dublin frosty day wind encourages nagging groan intrusively caresses crossing dirty liffey bridge watches life princess throned tucked warmly arch hoping bait guilty privilege scurrying debates warmth cost leaving throne keep bay shuffling feet resist pounce observes squeezing yawn squeeze penny pounces traps guilt grown city pity judgment weaves imagining homeless myth torments scarred heart mask nods smile weariness inside content punished cares plays wearing grime chime chivalrous knight honest honourable soul release history quixotic crusade snowy silently horrors repeated trauma sentence mother fuming stomping march squeaking boards descends heaven lunging warpath pacing fetal shiver grinding hinge hinges speak reciting shrouding gust angel appears