Ballad, Poetry

Disbeliever

It was on the first of January, dark grey skies, his fiftieth new year - when straight to the hospital, the family did carry, The Disbeliever, in hopes he’d recover. Hospital sounds, and smells and fear, (A contrast to the outside festivity); The wife dabbed at her wet eyes, “Oh, dear! Oh dear! Is this… Continue reading Disbeliever