The Fall

I sometimes think I’ve fallen out of life
Infrequent visitors have disappeared
The dawdle days so splendidly they pass
The isolation not as I once feared
Discovered I am better tucked away
For silence where I found myself a voice
No beating feet make pathways to my door
I wonder if that’s circumstance or choice
My sanity has teetered off the edge
The fruited cake grows sweeter over time
Your reason wouldn’t stop the great escape
You tried so hard to rip me out of rhyme
The fall from that convention my decline
Indulgent in my decadence divine


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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