STATIC

STATIC

A Poem by Phil Roberts

Time's wheels turn
On and on
And journeys stack up behind me
Years of vivid events
And livid scars

Trails of crackling static
Followed in my wake
But I never noticed
Until the laughter stopped
And then I heard the crying
All too late

                     By Phil Roberts

© 2015 Phil Roberts


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seems pretty sad when you end a poem with all too late

Posted 9 Years Ago


Phil Roberts

9 Years Ago

i guess it is ultimately a poem of regret.

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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..

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