Black Dog Morning

Black Dog Morning

A Poem by OJ
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Just came to me. One of those mornings.

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A sweet sadness bides deep within me.

Longing for limbo.

Memories flash like shoals of silver fish,

Whirling like clouds of blackbirds.

A train rockets through the darkness

Smashing the air into atoms

Cease not wet eyes…

The cost of being is pretending.

The cost of pretending is being.

© 2014 OJ


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Added on October 14, 2014
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OJ
OJ

Chelmsford, Essex, United Kingdom



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