#395 – an unlovely place

an unlovely place

 

so heavy

this minutia renders the day

so lonely

its dreams having passed away

I wake

to the iron air buckling beneath

the sheer tax

of hope and the burden of grief

  

it’s such a small corner

I occupy here

where the face of my hours

cower in fear

leaving nothing to hold

and nothing to give

and a vacuum within which

nothing can live

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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