A Unhappy traveller
Despicable me is all I see,
Midst landscape heaven sent
Of distant views a parting ruse
This poets last lament
A sadness born in human form
Deleting natures fayre
Translation lost amidst my storm
Though few bar me would care
Yet still inspired, I won't grow tired
Life's beauty and it's beast,
All layers peeled my fate is sealed,
No chance for nature's feast.
So wretched as a cancer grows,
Engulfs my thoughts and dreams,
Breaks stronger men than I will know
And tears my very seams.
poem by Dave James
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