The circle of man (chained Senryu)

by Darren   Aug 6, 2015


Born in blood
love blankets the pain
eyes meet, lock.

Encouraged
taught, raised, nursed, hugged often
always loved.

Finds own feet
friendships made, broken
eyes not open.

raging thoughts
feels awkward, daily
changing form.

lust arrives
sexual appetite
problems posed.

Stress wears hope
many doors close tight
lonely soul

love arrives
in little fingers
loving Dad.

Now teacher
bearer of hugging
huge loving.

Empty house
silence rings loudly
wasted rooms.

Witness grey
mirror mocks young thoughts
body aches.

Bathed and fed
helped to stumble, fall
confused days.

Dies in pain
dreams in old blankets
carried, gone.

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