DESTINY ON HOLD
My head swims with people
a shoal ever encroaching
blind with intent, unwinding
gentlemen's contracts unbinding.
My robot instincts disturbing
old tributes of touching
precious air now guarded
emotion's mesh retarded.
Survival chains us down,
nature's the elephant in the room
my body is a frail thing
a tiny voice dwindling.
raypool
Fri 5th Jun 2020 14:07
Thanks for all the likes - both old and new faces !
I might have that comment printed and framed Mortimer, so encouraging thank you.
Ray