SAVAGE FURY
The days rip through time
like wingèd creatures
of hell’s making
leaving havoc and death
behind.
the years have come upon me
in savage fury
and have left me beaten
to near dying
with visions of terrors
to come...
how much can we endure
before we succumb
Comments
Hello Joe
Your poetry diary is sad, but hopefully, cathartic for you.
for the rest of us, a reminder of how precarious life and health can be;.lest we forget to always live with as much boldness and courage as we can muster, for one can never know for whom the next bell tolls.
you as a man and a poet are respected here on Neopoet like no other.
that's the scuttlebutt, and I see know reason to doubt it
sincerely,
Thank you for your
Thank you for your encouraging comment. It hasn't been easy and lately it's been worse. Poetry is my salvation.
Richard for Joe
nice to read you Joe
I am off lapstop
so kindly bear with me
I came just to read ur poetry
'tis sad
but still a beauty
thanks for reading me, my
thanks for reading me, my friend.