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evening
from my bedroom
window
I watch
evening
creep across
the fields
like some
single-minded
sloth.
darkness consumes the
light
until it
swells like a
black
puffball and slowly
absorbs the
trees,
those
fragile prison
bars
which
steal
our freedom.
as the grey
curtain
is lowered
over our
world
the blanket I pull up
over my head
offers no
comfort
to the living or
the
dead
window
I watch
evening
creep across
the fields
like some
single-minded
sloth.
darkness consumes the
light
until it
swells like a
black
puffball and slowly
absorbs the
trees,
those
fragile prison
bars
which
steal
our freedom.
as the grey
curtain
is lowered
over our
world
the blanket I pull up
over my head
offers no
comfort
to the living or
the
dead
Published 3rd May 2011
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20th Jul 2012 4:36pm
Very good, I loved this. The line breaks put emphasis on each word. Very darkly poetic, showing a very good description. Fantastic. :)
