A Short Space Of Time by Keith Kitchen

(1 rating)
Rate this Poem (5 best)


I stand in my back yard at night
and Stare into the sky.
The stars stare coldly back at me
No answers to questions why.
A finger of fear touches my soul
As my eyes search the void,
Then I hear my wife's voice call for me,
She is vexed, yes, quite annoyed.
Why do I waste my time, she asks,
Barely suppressing a whine,
"I'm just trying to clear my head,"
I answer,
"For a short space of time."