Sunday, 18 April 2010

Am I going to move
I think I shall
the sun shines
every day
and the grey cloud
alters my mood
I cannot think when
all around me
is dead and dull
I cannot think
when the
sound of glass is
heard as I shatter
my confidence
yet again
on the roads
surrounding my house
I cannot think when
there is no sound
of spring in the air
and all that is known
is lost in past lives
and discomfort

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