Do you still stand
Cigarette in hand
Wine glass for company
Deep thoughts banned ?
For fear of emotion
When all else has failed
A twilight world distant
A reality untamed.
Do you look to a future
Which you doubt very much ?
For years they are shortened
So few as such
Does the echo of silence
Take hold of your hand
Lead you away
From where mortality stands.
The sound of heavy industry
In violence fills air
You notice but ignore
Acknowledgement a chore
Somewhere deep down
You are still the same
A sweet charming person
Whom life it has claimed.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Good write N. That bus there yet?! lol.
not yet, brought a chair sandwiches and coffee and waiting lol
Ah good lol.
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