Yes
Reality simply rips chunks from the throat of my imagination
Colours leave me grey
Sound has lost its silence
Beauty is beaten to knee
Hope just another made up word
for all the rest are too
Joy has never been felt
Ejaculating words upon the page
looking for something to save
Time looking for breath
pauses
just to rest
Placing s within the nest
or should that be Nests
Tens test the nets
Sent a shiver
Far is so close
and pain can only cause
any feeling
from my
prose
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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