Birthday

Posted: April 30, 2012 in Poem
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Tumbleweed in ventricle
empty space silent echoes
once filled with sights and sounds

Sun rises on, This day
deepening darkness
driving chills deeper to the core

hope like a limescale tap
slowly slowly weakens
reach out touching nothing …

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Comments
  1. This is a nice gloomy poem. But whose birthday?

  2. Vicky says:

    There’s a lot of heartfelt emotion in there.

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