Tuesday 30 December 2008
Wednesday 17 December 2008
Saturday 13 December 2008
Sunday 7 December 2008
Walking Back From Somewhere
Walking back from somewhere
Where time frittered away
Has left me with nothing to look forward to.
Like tracing my finger
On a thin circle line
No leeway,
Unable to reach out
Or deviate
The dampness of the grass
Setting into my feet
As I wait for the sun to fall
Knowing I will have to go back
Avoiding glances from strangers in the dark
As I trudge home
Heavy bag, its drawstring
Resting on my weary shoulder
And icy arms from the night
No warmth to cheer me up
Only material and objects
Nothing human
Where time frittered away
Has left me with nothing to look forward to.
Like tracing my finger
On a thin circle line
No leeway,
Unable to reach out
Or deviate
The dampness of the grass
Setting into my feet
As I wait for the sun to fall
Knowing I will have to go back
Avoiding glances from strangers in the dark
As I trudge home
Heavy bag, its drawstring
Resting on my weary shoulder
And icy arms from the night
No warmth to cheer me up
Only material and objects
Nothing human
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