Lights are dim,
setting tone
yet
surely alone
lights are dim.
the flicker of a
television
bounces of walls,
windows,
while the guitar
has a lean
behind him
reminds him
saddens him,
as his slow reality
warns him again
someway, somehow
you must figure out
how to ‘be’
Lights are dim,
setting tone
yet
surely alone
lights are dim.
There is a blue haze
in his home
helps identify
state of mind,
hasn’t changed in
forty years
but he knows
it will come to an end,
this horrific
inability to ‘be’
normal
in a contant
judgmental society
Lights are dim,
setting tone
yet
surely alone
lights will dim.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
the ‘b’ series
apersonaljourney - stories of love 