Displacement is a Modern ConditionA Poem by Lorriman...in the dying moonlight, an out of tune piano plays its last note ...
Beneath the cities phantoms
lie the beating heart of good people; reaching outwards from shadow. In the dying moonlight an out of tune piano plays its last note; warped by water over time. In the close darkness faces fade emitting anguish; I wish I could find the missing piece. That one remaining jigsaw the puzzle would be complete; and in it, I would be whole. One last time. © 2014 LorrimanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLorrimanGlasgow, Scotland, United KingdomAboutjust some bearded fella with words to share (all works on here are written by me and as such all copyright is in the legal realm of my name) more..Writing
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