Poem -
Once at the snow
I remember once at the snow
My eyes turning red
From the reflection of the sun,
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How the mouldy curtain pushed up
Against the sliding screen door.
The suction acting like a slipstream,
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The cars going past your window.
I sleep with a full stomach, now.
Bed is heaven
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And the pillow a tuft of ground,
My head a headstone.
I am the dead.
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Never again will I want to wake.
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Comments
Wow, love your first stanza and the thought of finally lying on something that feels safe. 🌹
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
'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. 🩵
Thanks everyone, I just wanted to do a snow one
This speaks soothingly to my depression.x
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 .. NÂ