Thurman P. Woodfork

SOLITUDE…

touched by
lassitude
… mind
gone drifting
far away
caught up in
a distant day
inky brooding
foreboding sky
living silence
stifled sigh
sandbags grey
in humid night
waiting for
revealing light
finally there’s the
welcome dawn
another night
come and gone
better yet
you also know
there’s one less
day left to go.