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Stoney garden
Toys, mugs and letters dress this stoney garden
In lines that would not impress a cold, gnarled sargent
Stones stagger around like crooked teeth
Adorned with names, chocolates and festive wreaths
The view is long, sprawling forever
Lost but knowing in its endevour
The living are still, smiling through their solemness
Clutching Birthday cards with Christmas sadness
...Thursday 2nd January 2025 9:11 am
Dislocated
Location unknown
No flesh or meat on the bone
Bereft of all comforting thought
This isn't what I was taught
I once knew a place
Where I knew every face
Now cold and dark
No warmth and no spark
I travel around in the void
Wondering round like a lost boy
And although I am able
Fully trained yet maimed and unstable
A ghostly belonging
Of betrayal ...
Monday 12th February 2024 4:29 pm
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