I thought there would be something more than darkness
that night would somehow make up for the day
but the crows have rattled out their evening chorus
and no one else is left to have a say.
and the books upon the shelves have lost their meanings
the new tv remains within its box
I thought there might be something more than darkness
but darkness is a twenty-four hour clock
[first posted July, 6 2014]
Really like this one Nigel. To me, it defines disappointment.
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I’m not really the misery I sound. Hard to believe but I’m actually quite cheerful. I don’t know where this stuff comes from – early morning grumps I suppose. Nothing an evening beer won’t fix. Your good health, oldmainer! And thanks!
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Sometimes I think you must be Irish when the black mood descends.
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Only when I’ve been on the Guinness, oldmainer. 😉
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