He had that
groaning soul
loneliness, like a
puffy white cloud,
floating aimless and
aching toward the
black abyss- that gray sky
sadness,
like he was
five years old, and just
watched his dog get
hit by a car.
You could smell
the pain- taste it
like potato chips on a
sore throat.
It smelled like a
basement or cobwebs.
I told him,
'Nothing will fix that
****- just time and dirt.'
He didn't blink,
and his soft walnut eyes
flashed
crossword confusion.
This is a repost, but since I can't scroll to see how long ago I first posted it. Here it is again.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hP285EP-bo