THE LONG GOODBYE
By Peter Woodgate
They turn, depart, into the mist,
A fog that doesn’t hide the shape,
Thoughts, however, sink from view
Behind a cloak, a shroud, a cape.
They are there but cannot share
Quotidian actions day to day
Causing distress, anxiety
And concealed visions of dismay.
They are lost and yet remain
Your love obstructed by a shield,
A barrier that blocks your care,
Normality to them concealed.
But worst of all, a timeless wait
When hope for change will never
be,
When all the love and care there
is
Will be, shut out, eternally.
Copyright Peter Woodgate 16/7/22
A small piece but emotive & reflective. I understood what you were saying by the third reading. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteTook me a bit longer than that but think I finally understand. Well done Peter. Thoughtful poem.
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