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Trapped in this
claustrophobic body
as it ages
plummeting towards inevitability
all youthful thoughts
of immortality thrown aside
by reality
where did life go
when did life go
a speeding train that makes me move more slowly
the longer the journey takes
sometimes at a snail’s pace
towards a final stop where I get off
and out
and gone
forever
Monday 24th July 2023 4:34 pm
The Fisherman
He waits
unlike most
and searches
through the muck
through the dirt and the dust,
the nails and worms
He waits
for a glimpse of success
a meal for his minutes spent
on the water’s edge
a reward
for his tireless toil
He waits
as his bucket fills
alongside his hope
then empties
leaving his spirits all the same
For his catch does not ...
Wednesday 26th April 2023 6:43 am
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