Thoughts while waiting for a Chinese takeaway
No connection at all, just words
That ran through my head
While waiting for my take away.
The last day
I see but you do not watch
I hear but you will not listen
I give but you will always take
I feel but you are cold inside
I hope but all hope has gone
I love but non will be returned . I leave but from you no last words
Said......
Alone again..
The quiet holds
me to account.
The cost of silence
too much to bear.
The stillness will now
Never break.....
Doubt get out..
A day too long to breathe,
Your poisoned breath.
No more I fear your,
Words hold truth.
For Doubt !! I send
You on your way....
To finish....
I am the engineer of my life.
The pilot of my history.
The captain of my soul...
I am....me......
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was stood in a queue waiting To be served at my favourite Chinese takeaway and these Thoughts came into my head They do not connect, just one After another they came to me The lady behind the counter got Quite cross with me as I didn't Hear her ask me what I wanted My mind was elsewhere... Got my food in the end...
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Comments2
"i am me"
Are you sure about that?
Ah - 'take away' and not that awful phrase 'to go'. Funny how words come to you at such odd times - I carry a sketch book and whilst I use it mainly for doing a quick sketch of something that catches my eye it also gets used for the odd phrase or idea that comes to me. Like the way this came together.
Thanks Michael
I'm in Newcastle
Sorting out my
Lads new flat..
Hopefully I will
Get. Bit of
Inspiration...
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