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Old Mildenhall
Old Mildenhall Beyond the sprawls Of sleepy vales, Behind the stacks Of woven bales, Lie the dwellings Of souls that fall In the decaying ruins Of Old Mildenhall. A mish-mash mosaic Of glass and stone, The eerie rubble Of shattered bone, Where boarded windows Entomb and hide Its ghostly citizens Still trapped inside. With doors half open And eyes half closed, Grey peering faces, Half decomposed, Search empty spaces For a human shape Where there are no mortals Nor means of escape. Twisted, the fences That surround each street, Barbed in shackles That tether their feet, Nobody comes And nobody goes, Lost in the doldrums Midst eternal woes. Your spirits wander Old Mildenhall, Between heaven and Earth And I see you all, You were in my dreams When, as a child, I slept, We swapped our fears But my soul you kept. Beyond the sprawls Of my eiderdown bed They visit me still Albeit in my head Calling me, begging me To help them die, But without my soul I'm just a passersby. © RJVHorton2015
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