Sonnet
written by: Allan Edward Tierney
Alone I oft think on that one called death
When grey rain falls drearily cold outside
I see the dying of all color there
An ending of joy, of my love and pride
I sit at my window alone and stare
As dark conjectures fill my heart with woe
Creeping night takes my spirit in its grasp
All I love and hold dear will one day go
How long I sit my friend, I cannot tell
Time becomes thinnest wraith and I so weak
My spirit swoons under her dread grey embrace
I am alone, entrapped, and cannot speak
But then I am roused by my offspring gay
And I join once more life’s colorful fray.
My name is Allan Edward Tierney. I am 70 and Scottish. I live in Bratislava, capital of the Slovak Republic with my wife Jirina. My primary literary themes are life, death and doomsday.
Latest posts by Allan Edward Tierney (see all)
- By Dawn’s Early Light - April 17, 2021
- Spotlight On Writers – Allan Edward Tierney - February 6, 2021
- Closing Time - December 12, 2020
