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ELEANOR RIGBY IN MY IMAGINATION

In a dream
A hopeless spinster,
In rugged clothes and a torn bag.

In an imaginary mind,
I saw her downtown, 
a middle-aged woman,
Tired and spoilt by a rotten life.

In a sleeping mode,
Imperfect,
only in its significance,
the improbable elements to an emotion,
a sentiment worse than fear itself
in a moment she will apprehend terror
understand what the properties of horror are
a nightmare will lead her by the hand
walks her into a horrendous dream
residing in the darkest imagination of her mind.
 
She who has lived in the night
woke up one in the morning demoralised
took a good look at the structure of her life
build  it vigorously and perfected it well;
had a great good look within herself
grasping she’s battling hard against an unknown force
living in the darkest imagination of her mind.



Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis 
August 14th, 2019
Please note I write in the Queen’s English

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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