Under Broken Masonry

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Not for me another love

like choking fear

It will not budge

I dare not blink

for it now seems

by choosing drink

I dwell in dreams


I grind to bits

my words and teeth

when searching through

my history:

to lift above

what lay beneath

all that broken masonry.


words and foto T Carrolly


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andy simons

Sat 13th Feb 2021 11:37

Ooh, that's a good poem.

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