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What is today?
Random dates on the calender
remove the want of presence.
The hours are threatening,
the voices, insane...
all but the slippery slope
of intoxication seem villainous.
What is today?
Surely, it is not the father
who I cannot phone
or the void of sanity
locked within my surviving kin.
'Have you forgotten
to take my vitamins?'
I hungrily await
the closing of my eyelids,
where only my subconscious
can haunt me...
The rest will wait.
remove the want of presence.
The hours are threatening,
the voices, insane...
all but the slippery slope
of intoxication seem villainous.
What is today?
Surely, it is not the father
who I cannot phone
or the void of sanity
locked within my surviving kin.
'Have you forgotten
to take my vitamins?'
I hungrily await
the closing of my eyelids,
where only my subconscious
can haunt me...
The rest will wait.
Published 19th Jun 2011
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19th Jun 2011 4:47pm
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Anonymous
19th Jun 2011 5:45pm
It's interesting. I've read this poem a thousand times before on sites but rarely written so well. No meaning to life, close my eyes etc. How you can write something like this without a hint of self-pity is quite a talent. Reminds me of Philip Larkin's poem "Days".
19th Jun 2011 5:47pm
