AbsenceA Poem by Wings over Waters
A sudden clap of wings on
an empty stretch of road, startles me awake. I feel dizzy, pain makes the outlines shimmer. Sleep is my lover now, my opiate oblivion. I want nothing but an endless slumber, rolling days into a timeless stream; past hunger, vanity or caring, to suffocate all my plans. Your absence is as present as a dark bird on a windowsill.
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2011 Last Updated on June 12, 2011 AuthorWings over WatersTaunton, Somerset, United KingdomAboutPoet/writer living on a wing and a prayer more..Writing
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