Number 2-0638


My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
Kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still loves
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune.
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.

Poem by Chris Nelson at chrisnelson61

Image by Christine Renney and many thanks for the gift of these words to Chris N from Chris R


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“Donald” was a gentleman I met, through my work, many years ago. He was chivalrous, adored women and the female form, the walls and ceiling of his home were dedicated to his art. He also wrote poetry and wanted to share this with Mark and me. Hence this little comic strip. I have to say, “Donald’s” art and poetry were much, much better than his driving and particularly his complete abandonment of the Highway Code. I was very fond of him and remember him with a smile.