Ken's Poetry

John

Self centred, you had a way
of making me larger.
Envy of your intellectual strength,
helped me to value my own mind
that I had despised.

Such different personalities
discussing in the small hours
philosophy, science, religion,
you with the massive resource
of incredible memory
and I with cold logic.

How we loved to talk,
struggled to break away
me to drive back home
and you to be alone
again.

In the end
your body worn away
and your mind beginning to fade
you said “This is enough,”
and starved yourself to death.