Unvisited

 

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They were wrong.

All those who claimed
that love would
seek me out
in time.

I lived no bright lit moments.

No great days.

 

She went unfound.
The longed-for one.

 

I searched on.
Though with
shrinking hope.

Through painful years
while ill.

 

Now old
I’d best
just shun desires.

Or lock them from
my heart.

Then sit here
quiet.

Resigned
at such
familiar
emptiness.

 

This place
I rent.

Unvisited
for over two decades.

 

 

 

It’s getting late.

I need to sleep:

So reach, and close
the blinds.

 

Once truth recedes
perhaps
I’ll gain

companionship

 

in dreams.

 

 

 

 

 


 


 

 

Update

Following an internal haemorrhage (melaena) in January:
I surmounted anxiety, and arranged a gastroscopy.

After my refusing sedation, hospital nurses warned me patients retch when the long tube (containing a camera) is pushed down their throat.
But I surprised them, by enduring the whole procedure silently.

(It feels nice, as a sad old poet, to occasionally master ones oversensitivity.)

Fasting (18 hours without food) made things tougher.
Yet going six hours on zero liquids was worse.

Anyway, I’m glad that’s done, now.  🙂

 

Comments are always VERY welcome!  🙏

Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?

 

Thanks for reading.

 

 


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9 thoughts on “Unvisited”

  1. I am happy to read that you made it through the procedure! I can’t imagine how strong you must have been to endure it without sedation – way to go!
    Lovely poem Ken……..I could feel your sadness and deep loneliness in your words – you never know what can happen in life. 🙂 may your dreams be sweet.

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  3. Aahhh!!!
    Oh my god ! After Toward the moon I think this is my second favourite. This resonated with me such that I have no words to express how much I felt this poem. Thank you for sharing, Ken. 😇✨
    Also the artwork again fits perfectly with the poem.

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    1. Thank you so much, Harshada!😊
      Please accept my apology for not responding to your lovely comment, sooner.🙏
      I am truly sorry. 🤭
      (Wrongly thinking I’d replied to all your comments, I recently discovered my error.)

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