Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-ninth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Gboyero Felix.
Warlock in its dismay
Living seems odd all the day
Just as the beautiful lady experiences senescence
It’s started well at dawn
But flux on noon day
Waxed further to disdain night
All seems not worthy to live for
But living we shall live it
A question yet define is living….
Its authenticity gurps as a chameleon…
I asked Gboyero what prompted this piece and he said…