Desist - your life
Has found an exit door.
A single bulb
Lights a corridor
That ends in mist.

Desist - your thoughts,
Shirts hung on a line,
Spattered with mud,
Flag in a malign
And filthy mist.

Desist - you've earned
Only contempt and rage
From those you love.
Let them hug their rage.
You'll not be missed.


If you've any comments on this poem, K.M.Payne would be pleased to hear from you.