DESTINY ON HOLD

My head swims with people

a shoal ever encroaching

blind with intent, unwinding

gentlemen's contracts unbinding.

 

My robot instincts disturbing

old tributes of touching

precious air now guarded

emotion's mesh retarded.

 

Survival chains us down,

nature's the elephant in the room

my body is a frail thing

a tiny voice dwindling.

◄ A SUMMER OUTING BY THE THAMES

WORDS WITHOUT A SONG ►

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raypool

Fri 5th Jun 2020 14:07

Thanks for all the likes - both old and new faces !

I might have that comment printed and framed Mortimer, so encouraging thank you.

Ray

MortimerBlooming

Thu 4th Jun 2020 19:10

It seems like we all feel like that these days, doesn't mean it's less real for any one of us, hang in there mate. Keep writing beautiful poems like these.

Mortimer

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