A Sense Of Being

Mine eyes close black,
No light to pass them,
In the gloom I sit,
In Gods realm.

Sounds no more,
Stars talking to me,
In the gloom I sit,
Wanting to be free.

Pain, what pain,
Like never before,
In the gloom I sit,
Starring at the door.

Senses to be touched,
No feeling abounds,
In the gloom I sit,
Waiting to be found.

Superman I am not,
Weakness all around,
In the gloom I sit,
Nature has a frown.

Whence I once was,
Confident surpasses life,
In the gloom I sit,
Wishing for a wife.

Loneliness overcomes strife,
She is out there missing,
In the gloom I sit,
Come into the light.

At last.

by KENNETH FORDHAM

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