I am feeling, today, less than enthusiastic about everything. Well …. more or less.
You know how, on most days, you just think that life is absolutely meaningless? But on others you are sure of it? Today fits into the second category. And tomorrow. And the one after that. In fact, I feel so confident in my conviction that life is some sort of cosmic joke without a punch line that I’m fairly certain that every day will be this way from now on. I will plan for that, anyway.
It’s good to have a plan.
So, in the spirit of sharing, I thought I might try to drag everyone else down too, with a dull little poem.
But don’t worry.
It’s nothing, really.
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Another dawn. Another day
A sun will never rise
A fog, a coat to keep me warm
And smoke within my eyes
To see today what wont be seen
To hear what won’t be heard
To speak what won’t be spoken
A death in every word
Beyond the fog, the grey abyss
The future cold and black
One step into the vortex
Brother, hold me back
One step into the nothingness
I hear the sirens call
One foot before another
Sister, let me fall
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Richmond Road 
What a sad poem!! 😮
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Yup right down there with you
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And it’s lovely to have you on board
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Thank you kind sir
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Yes, I’ve had days like that … fortunately, the bleakness doesn’t last.
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An absolutely spectacular poem! It really spoke to me.
It seems to me that I’m balancing on the edge. Always. Every day. Looking down but somehow managing to pull myself a step back. Even a rubber band gives at some point… When will I break? With that being said, I hope this comment find you well 😀
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Well …. thank you. That it spoke to you is nice, I suppose, it’s better than speaking to myself all the time. And it’s not all bad to tiptoe around the edge and peer down into the unknowable from time to time.
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lockdown, no jet setting about, retirement is a tough one pops … need a hobby, or a passion … how about lengthy missives to our pollies to try and keep them honest?
great poem but I’m loving the silence 🙂
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Ha ha! Is it my silence that you are loving? You wouldn’t be alone.
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No I find your silence quite scary to be honest, it’s a total contradiction of who you are …
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I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I spend a lot of time in solitary silence.
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Hi pops, please share that poem … it’s ok to keep blogging during your solitude 🙂
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Yes, but I have to look after my image. If people see me writing stuff like that, with no vulgarity, nudity or baseless insults they will think I’ve gone soft.
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they’ll know you are finally being true to your real self 🙂 ya big soft hearted git!
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