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A Wound That Never Heals

by Ian Whiteley

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A Wound That Never Heals

 

It hurts me

when a you shaped hole

appears in the cosmos,

where there is

an absence of colour,

where the sound

scrapes along,

where the light

is masked by

dense grey mist.

 

That’s where

I miss you

the most.

 

When it rains

a greasy rain,

when the cracked bell

clangs,

when the planets

are misaligned.

 

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Tuesday 26th June 2018 12:12 am

loss   sorrow   friendship   remembering   forgetting

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