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Here we are, how I wish we weren't
This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit
not like that you vulgarian
like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating
come on
mammal living some say existing
largely underground
afrightened and ascurvy
Riddled with the pestilence
of forgotten decades
and winters long gone
which laid down their stains
upon the landscape
frosted thistles and tree circles
yet all it takes is a kind word
Oh Mr Dickens
a mere sniff never mind a teaspoonful of gruel
the tiniest glimmer
of hope in the form
of a one-line response
No matter how indifferent, ineffectual
or shadow insolent
just keep
hanging on
that's what you do best
Just keep hanging on
until that one day...
There is no longer one more day
but at least you held on with
elasticated hope until that final day which
if you care to think about it
is something, but then again
Copyright ©
Lee Holloway Towers
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