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History and Poetry, Grey skies and pain.

History and Poetry, Grey skies and pain.

Today is an unwanted sombre day.
The world is not engaging.
The sky is battleship grey.

One of those days
when I feel the weight of my calling.
I feel the burden of learning truths.
Of telling the truth.
Of history and poetry.

A day when I can understand
why so many just don't want to learn.

So weary,
of knowing the pattern of human disaster,
and watching it happen again.

I feel separate from the world today.
The news is full of misery.
The sky is battleship grey.

Today I sentence myself to limbo.

Today I will listen to BBC 6 Music
and hibernate inside.

Tomorrow might be sunny.
Tomorrow I might feel alive.

Tomorrow I might actually believe
this beautiful world survives.

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lodigiana

You must always believe that tomorrow will be a brighter better day!...I know how oppressive it can feel though, when everything feels dark and depressing...when I get into that mode I usually make myself a cup of tea, with a hobnob biscuit and look through old photgraphs..somehow that cheers me up enormously!!! get out the teabags Sir Nigel! Great write as always  and totally connected with it. Lady L  xx

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Nigel Cresswell

Oh, Lady Lodigiana I was having a bad day but, as you say, today is brighter. 
{it's just as grey but feels brighter} 
I think that the prospect of Bozo the clown as PM just got to me. Being a historian can be depressing.
Thanks again Lady L 
Your friend Nigel 

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Djangos Daughter

 Oh how your words resonate with me today . DD x
"Today I sentence myself to limbo.
Today I will listen to BBC 6 Music
and hibernate inside.
Tomorrow might be sunny.
Tomorrow I might feel alive."

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Nigel Cresswell

Had a feeling you would get this one my friend. Thanks DD. 
Nigel 

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