Poem -

Once at the snow

I remember once at the snow
My eyes turning red

From the reflection of the sun,

 

How the mouldy curtain pushed up

Against the sliding screen door.

The suction acting like a slipstream,

 

The cars going past your window.

I sleep with a full stomach, now.

Bed is heaven

 

And the pillow a tuft of ground,

My head a headstone.

I am the dead.

 

Never again will I want to wake.

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Shirley Harrison

Wow, love your first stanza and the thought of finally lying on something that feels safe. 🌹

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

Maybe, it's true...

The people who want to try to create something good has the Will To Live?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Ice Queen

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The Small Time

'Oh, never let it be foolishly said that my room is gloomy and narrow my bed. For to sleep a man must slumber in just such a bed.' Edgar Allen Poe. 🩵

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Rory McGinlay

Thanks everyone, I just wanted to do a snow one

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Marion

This speaks soothingly to my depression.x

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Neville

Now steady on old bean .. wot about all us fans out here who are write behind you eh' .. Show a little consideration and wake up to reality .. N 

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