gkpoetry

Life seemed to push living a facade.
An old man knows why he squirms.
‘Twas to not have dug up green sod
Before, to face the mud and the worms.
He might have achieved an honest calm
To work through some troubling events,
A quiet steadfast soothing balm
To pop out unblunted dents
Unscrewing the vise on battered heart,
Easier then from her apart.