Friday, December 23, 2022

The End

 A father-affected

frightens his daughter.


Broken families crumble 

under the weight of uncertainty.


Antics of a frantic man-

lie us, awake at night.


Pacing halls,

windowless, 

lights switched off. 


Mind switched on in the darkness,

of the man she will never see anew.


A dead end is near, 

loud and unclear.


 The cycle is shear,

as is his life,

so what of his dear wife?


Left to muddle in a puddle of missing tears,

in remembrance of his battles over the years.