Saturday, April 29, 2017

Death watches you as you age ,,helplessly in your fleshy cage

once you were young
robust self dependent
self reliant .a rockstar
on the stage .than came
the twilight years fate
merciless on a rampage
as you sat in your corner
time havoc waged born
in a claustrophobic womb
you will be laid in your grave
unceremoniously encaged
devoid of anger lust or rage
in a book of life you were just
a torn tattered page ..

a visual poet
a beggar poet
struggling to find
his way out of
this worldly maze
an old monk
posing as a sage
soliloquy of pain
humanly bears
the outrage