Lost Spirit

[Tim Watts]

Lost Spirit.


Old mine, light fails.
Alone in a place, of ancient tales.

Eyes strained, darkness covers.
Ears cocked, listen for others.

Hairs rise, senses heighten.
Mind searches, lungs tighten.

Distant echoes, bated breathing.
Presence felt, what’s that I’m hearing?

Heart pauses, hushed breath.
Ancient man, worked to death………



_{Tim Watts 2017}