The final complaint.

The final complaint.

A Poem by Huw

She had lines on her face

not just the lines of age

but lines of despair

lines of abject misery

lines of continual drudgery.

Deep lines that were witnesses of

long discontented days,

seemingly endless, sleepless nights. 

Lines left by sleep that was not sweet

a sleep that provided no rest.

Gripped, as she was,

by the process of ageing

her mirror held no respite

too late for dreams of a knight

of things that might yet be.

She feared hope 

hope held disappointment.

She found no joy in daily routine 

because she never had.

As her life became narrowed

so her words were increasingly bitter.

There was no more room on her face for lines

but there would be one last line prepared for her

deep in soil when she had made her final complaint. 

© 2018 Huw


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I knew her and was witness to the slow, but sure deterioration.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Makes me think of people who have dreams and aspirations, but never pursue them. Then spend their old age regretting what they didn't do.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Huw

9 Years Ago

Thanks for that I'd completely forgotten about regrets....not that I regret having done so! I'm smil.. read more

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Added on May 25, 2015
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw