Saturday 11 February 2012

"Nothing Mends"

The slamming shut of dreams;

The darkness that descends;

I’m finding no new themes,

And nothing mends.



What’s broken stays that way.

I don’t have peace of mind.

The silver in my grey

Is redefined,



And redefined again.

The cycle just repeats.

Keep scrubbing the same stain:

All life’s defeats.

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