In The Twilight
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
You come here
Maddened by the sands
of time
Dried skin on bones
The flesh weeps for mercy
You come here
Saddened by the hands
Of time
Feet broken on stones
Tongue so thirsty
You come here
Alone and yet surrounded
By drowning fears
In this desert of you
Skeletal fingers probing
You come here
Like a broken bird grounded
From distance the jackal peers
With feeble hands I shoo
Away father time approaching
You came here
with the constant regrets
Of a forsaken life.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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