To Wake No More
written by: hedgehog
Winter’s cold was all but on them
The smell of spice punctures the air
Old men and boys sat huddled in doorways
As the last rays of light drained away
Children set to beg for their masters
Sunken eyes seeing all, but, owner-less
Sometimes a real face looks out
Begging, quietly “any spare change?”
Watching for interlopers on “their patch”
Embarrassment eclipsed went long ago
Smells of meths, cider, and body odour sat
Rancid in that cold December air
He lay there under the cold starlit sky
Where loneliness step by step betrays him
As sleep the golden goal awaiting him
Silently capturing him to wake no more
I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".
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