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Sunday
A cacophony of sound beats around
inside my brain, deafening drops.
Sunday misery breaking the silence
of yesterdays. Rainy Mondays,
no hope for tomorrows.
We come and go. We come and go
when the floodgates of pain are open.
Forgiveness closes doors
left ajar in anger.
Time moves forward,
changes are subtle,
inevitable.
Hope does damage to the living dead.
Alone in...
Sunday 16th April 2017 9:12 am
Fade to Burn
Sometimes a river,
sometimes an ocean,
a trickle, a flood
a commotion of emotion.
Stars explode into the sun
and the moon does run
undone.
Midnight blue the sky inside
passion and desire,
tornado and lightning
combined.
Open clouds,
rain thunders numbers.
Today I burn
cages and ghosts.
Tomorrow I fade
to grey absent space.
©JMCole
Monday 20th March 2017 5:59 pm
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