A poem

She kept persisting, asking him
how do you feel?
how do you really feel young man?
He knows how to feel a purse
or the back of Fagans’ cruel hand
that’s how you knick
by feeling ever so lightly, artfully!
His stomach rumbles
she asks, “are you upset young man?”
no it’s just he hasn’t eaten
for over a day or even more,
her notepad poised on her knee
she says it is hard for me!
Well Miss you know that’s my trade
you have yours
I have mine..
only when he sleeps the well is deep
and so very dark
please he says, don’t leave me in the dark.

Chris P