And  when  his  usefulness  had  gone.
They  just  cast  him  aside.
And  on  the  final  downhill.
He  began  to  slide.

Rejected  after  all  his  work.
Visions  now  all  gone.
He  knew  full  well  his  time  was  near.
He  knew  he  had  not  long.

As  an  old  man  disillusioned.
And  weary  from  his  fight.
He  spent  in  sad  remembrance.
His  final  lonely  night.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.

I know that the words
means the Universe to you;
Universe of love, hope,
self-explore
beauty and crowd.

So I'm reaching you in this form
Don't mind my english
I suppose I was a english woman
in past life, perhaps a ****** Mary

Well, that's not important
'cause part of my little heart beats for you
And I hope that this words
will give you a bit of love and self-relief
'cause you're not alone.
Or at least a smile 'cause of
my ****** rime

God bless You

so much pressure in the chest
so much thoughts in the head
and nowhere to escape.

In the darkness of my chest
I lost my self.

I took a hopeless step
and found myself in coldness.
Cold water pulls me down
and the Black sea was all around me.

No breath in, no breath out.
I closed my eyes
and put a smile
'cause I saw a way out.

But dear God,
I'm scared to escape
'cause in this cold darkness
I feel my bless.

There was a time,
when I would wake up with a smile.
Looking at  ceiling,
with immense feeling of beauty and hope.
At that time I could hear my heartbeats,
pumping the innocence trough my veins,
and that lunatic mind of me
would make me feel invincible.