Green Sorrow

From his silent cry

I should have heard

The deafening mutterings

Of that forbidden word


The voice inside of him

That from nowhere came

Had enslaved his body

And dressed his spirit with pain


For he knew it was time

To take his last stride

In the shoes of a man

Who had fostered false pride


And to me he wept

Unmasking his fears

Of embracing a truth

He’d suppressed for years


Now in his eyes I see

A deep green sorrow

That binds us together

As it will be mine tomorrow


Photo: Low hanging clouds cast light on a rain trodden path leading to who-knows-where in the Yarra Valley, Victoria


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