THE PIER
12-17-2025
Old man fishing on a wooden pier
Quietly sitting..
Thinking thoughts deep, sincere..
Darkness creeps in..
Slowly,
Like an old woman going blind..
Mentally.
So hard to tell when..Exactly from when..or
recently,
Like thousands before her..delusionally.
The world is mad;
I am angrier!
Mom,
She says..
..no more worries..
..comes the night..
..the sun is down..
..no more light..
..just quiet, peaceful sight..
..shed your tears..
..it's all right..
Even murderers dream
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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