A Cliche

A day of October gloom 

I woke in the same brain I had yesterday, like a plume in my head

What must I revoke today? 

Redact redact redact 

In search of a magic broom

Somehow, someway it’s magic will clear my doom

A day of October gloom

Coffee and small talk in a clean, red and white room 

Wet asphalt, the water mists from the weight of spinning rubber

And who is driving today? 

A character actress, a math professor, perhaps somebody’s groom...

All too overfed too prepared to be dead

A day of October gloom and I’m certainly not afraid. Not bitter, not ashamed.

Rather, I am ready for the night to darken my tomb.

◄ Stand, or Chase

Only To Freeze ►


Nicola Beckett

Tue 27th Oct 2020 07:40

The tomb is just a beginning to another life, we are constantly reborn x rebirth, death, the cyclical nature of life, our ancestors are with us. Your ancestors are all around you ask them to help you xx

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Paul Sayer

Tue 27th Oct 2020 07:22

..."I am ready for the night to darken my tomb."

What a poem what an ending.

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