A Silent Goodbye
A Poem of Life, Heartfelt, and Sorrow
Hands that are withered
From toil and pain
Wring briskly together...
In his silent domain.
For years he has struggled
To always be there
But now sits alone In an old rocking chair.
As his lips softly move
If you listen... you'll hear
The sounds of a prayer
For his loved ones to appear.
But as the day slowly ebbs...
As evening draws nigh,
He stares through the window...
With a silent goodbye.
Antony King 2018
Published in Spill Words Press Journal 2018
A poem of life, sadness, and heartfelt.
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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