LATE NIGHT SURVIVORA Poem by Phil Roberts
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It's me again It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk And it's me again He has the sins of his mind Which keep him warm inside Amidst the weary and the wasted Such warmth keeps him alive Restless I've always been restless I hate to move yet I can't sit still Hours are endless There is a thrush inside his head An agony of wings Panic beaten thrashing A cage of singing things Anxious Still always anxious Even though I've slowed right down This edge is ageless Laying low and watching A million sub-plots hatching Paranoid and paranormal He scatters to survive By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on June 17, 2016 Last Updated on June 17, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'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..Writing
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