End Evening touches the last lightBefore it covers in its darknessMy heart swathed in mourning threadsand face paralyzed in hardness In the end they say it is blackThis must surely be where I amThe birds do not singnor do I hear the bleat of a lamb I feel only numbnessImmobilized with no directionHearing your words echoing in … Continue reading End – Poem of the Month – January 2019