nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

HEAD IN HANDS

Twilight kissed
An aching heart
As loneliness
World torn apart
Wrapped cold arms
About days frame
Not to comfort
Just refrain.

From speaking words
No one would hear
A mixture of
Regret and fear
At a future
Head in hands
Below the feet
Shifting sands.

Eyes that stare
Seem to look beyond
Each movement terse
A moving sound
That rattles thought
Like a rusting gate
Fighting to
Stay in place.