A poem I wrote over five years ago, about where my life was at that time. I haven’t been blogging for long, and I’ve posted other poems. Sorry but I haven’t been posting any of my poems in any sort of sequence, but maybe that’s wrong. I suppose life is a many jumble puzzle, and my words are there to just to help me, and if you, the reader find them interesting, and of some benefit, then so be it.
‘Til Death Do Us Part.
She’s there, in that tall pale building of brick.
Where the Nightingales care and tend to the sick.
She’s there, away from home and her comforting bed.
Where the Doctors try to fix the endless ills, from her head.
She’s there, her absence, reminds me of future plights.
Where my anxieties for her well being, endure her fight.
She’s there, I need to visit her, all day, and every night.
Where the distance to reach her soul, is out of sight.
She’s there, I’m wondering about that far away dome.
Where my lost personal affection, leaves her all alone.
She’s there, in those misty clouds, church bells ringing.
Where she’s nearing sombre sounds, of angels singing.
She’s there, her constant pain, remains tight in my heart.
Now I’m convinced, like I said, at the very start.
There’s no place like home, for her gathering dark.
And I promise to her, again, ’til death do us part.