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A Poem for Every Night
Is there something wrong with me?
No forget it, don't answer.
I don't need the diagnosis,
There's no need to say it,
Not even a whisper...
As the moon rises, the sky darkens...
It can't be helped.
As the place grows dark and time passes,
In this quiet home,
I start to feel alone.
The sinking feeling starts...
It's only 9pm and I feel alone.
Who can I...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 2:36 am
Thoughts on the Train
It's hot in here.
Humid,
Crowded,
Is it just me who's sweating?
I look around and everyone seems to be in their own word,
Their little bubbles...
Yet here I stand feeling all eyes on me.
Please, don't stare.
The door opens as people rush to leave.
Push and shove,
Push and shove,
As the newcomers join us.
Please stand clear of the closing doors...
It...
Saturday 3rd June 2017 1:29 am
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