The Last Man in My Lifetime

POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 10, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Last Man in My Lifetime

You will be the last man in my lifetime
The only dream which did not masquerade
Your voice my overture, all else pantomime
Your words deride untruth, silence tirade.
A wind that cuts the true path in a maze
My horse in battles I will never win
Who comes when all around us is ablaze
Your eyes seal wounds where all will turn or freeze
A shape who ventures mines I hide within
Eclipsing nightmares’ scenes where demons seize
Until beneath your shield at last dreams spin

When I possess so many masks I run
Your eyes will find me underneath each one

 

 

 

Linda Atterton