Few Come To Visit

Few stop at my door to visit,
It may be the darkness that they fear;
Through the open windows my voice resounds,
Are they startled by what they hear?

Sometimes in a loud tone I rant,
Perhaps, by a few, deemed too robust;
But this is my voice, and these are my words,
So keep your distance, if you must

There are those who talk quietly,
Speaking of God and his loving ways;
Then there are those who reminisce their youth,
Reliving their happier days

Never has God come to my door,
So I have no divine tales to tell;
My youth was simple, passed with nonchalance,
So on this theme I shall not dwell

I could tell of cold, lonely nights,
And how it feels to be all alone;
I'm adept at treating love's mortal wounds,
Yet, I could never heal my own

More than once, ill winds thrust me down
And Time had to refeather my wings;
I've been neglected, abandoned and lost,
So I tend to dwell on these things

Skies become gray, clouds tend to burst
When they pass over my little space;
Perhaps this is why guests dare not linger,
Too distant and strange is my place.....
Then be off with you, and quicken your pace!

by Lora Colon

Comments (6)

What do you mean Few? ! why, i see five (5) comments below! ! ! OH! they are all from me! bri :) ;)
You have obviously been tied down, ….but not ‘that way’. Something tragic, as you left your youth, came your way. You were/are “neglected, abandoned and lost”. Good grief! I’ve racked my mind for a solution, but for you find NO relief. The best thing NOW for you to do is crawl from your hovel, AND drop into your grave. Take someone ‘good with a shovel’! Happy 2018! bri :)
Your youth must have been “boring”. It’s too bad. And now, in your last few years, you are so sad. It’s tragic; I can NOT begin to tell you one small lie. One small lie would NOT fix you. I’ll tell you why. (TO BE CONTINUED!) .....
A Few Suggestions Turn on lots of lights in your house. A muzzle will make you sound like a mouse. With darkness vanquished, some may stop. Yes! (If not afraid of mice) some may “by” drop! Try a sign in yard saying “God, come in now! ” Have on hand a whole roasted suckling sow. [I hear He likes pork, though He WAS a Jew.] To drink, serve water; He’ll make it ‘Wine for Two’! (to be continued) ........
this is one of your best, i.e. one of your gloomiest..............and 'best-written' to top it off. of course it is only bri's opinion. many may HATE IT! to MyPoemList and i think February's showcase shall insist on including it! ! bri :) (to be continued, by me?) ................
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