Sun, poetry by MiddleAgedNee at Spillwords.com
Rebecca Prest

Sun

Sun

written by: MiddleAgedNee

@AgedNee

 

The mist came in,
You went missing
Stumbling cold,
Barbed on the way
The storm blew in quickly.
You have taken the future
I will not live until you
Again shine.
The clouds know me
As their own,
Their tears flow like
Mine until, you are out again.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The worst of feelings produced at least a few words, recognising where they have come from is still no comfort. Staying close supporting him has been the only way forward.

MiddleAgedNee

MiddleAgedNee

Fifty seven years of age, working full time within the NHS in the UK.
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