Autumn has touched
Cold knees in corduroy
Night..with watery eyes
Becomes a reluctant batchelor.
The echo of his fading will
Snores like the alcoholic in the next bed
Dead eyes of memory speak
Knowing beauty has no successor.
The crack in the ceiling becomes
A point of focus
The ward dim and patronising
Only footsteps break the spell.
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Comments1
❤️ all I can see is someone in a hospital ward, a very sad sight yet the patter of someone about to visit creeps in. ❤️
Glad you liked it thanks
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