Thursday, 31 March 2016


While lingered yet your sweet cologne
My heart did learn it was alone
For though I had but a moment’s glance
I understood all the happenstance

There beside you in concealed wood
Lying with you where I should
He who with veiled communication
Would force me to my abdication

So when you left me with nae a sigh
I felt my heart convulse and die
That is why all folk are gawking
For I am just a dead man walking

My flesh does rot from bones now weak
I barely have the strength to speak
For you have stolen life’s last breath
And made me naught but history’s shibboleth

© Mark Chimes

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for posting this. I wish it was able to be translated, but for some reason