Earlier Days

As darkness falls across Our worried mind,
We get lost in the clutches of hopeless time.
No longer do We see what is wrong or right,
ever day is a struggle, an endless fight.
The world has changed in so many ways,
honor and morals being of earlier days.
The icey cold fingers of insensitivity,
wraps around the throat of You and Me.
Choking feelings and fears, the spice of life,
from hearts and minds keeping Us from flight.
It does not mean laughter no longer exist,
it just no longer comes like a rain, but a mist.




Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-08-08 at 23:31

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poetry has themes throughout. I am finding them I think. It is interesting getting to know a new poet. I like that. I like that you are a poet who tells the truth in reality even if it's dark but you somehow leave messages of hope.

In this poem, you show the progression of life as we get worn down, as our "luster" fades from all the "weathering" of life. A dullness takes hold and we become unconcerned or uncaring or desensitized. And, in the last four lines comes both statements of fact and of hope. 1)We feel no joy and 2) joy still exist/we just must recognize it.

And you tell us where to look for it--In the mist!

I am happy you are here sharing on Poetbay. :) kathy
2016-08-26