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Confrontation
Freezing cold night
lonely crow flies his last flight
Frozen black bitchumen,
perforated tar , noir
sky
sitting stagnant
like a watchful tigers deep jewelled eye
Dreadful breeze
enough to freeze
Moonlight blinding your poor glass engraved eyes.
Memories of summer and good times are now caprice
They sit lodged in mental dungeons guarded by corpse police
Cold like death filled catacombs wearing yesterdays fleece.
Were all the same as is the place we go to
were just different shades
sometimes life can get a little rough
its like being a jelly baby getting your head bitten off.
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Published 30th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
30th Dec 2009 7:47pm
The last line was amusing, though a little incongruous considering the gravity of what precedes it! Great poem, strange and a little baffling, which is good. Makes the reader work for your true meaning and all that.
30th Dec 2009 8:41pm
Ha ha yeah its my way of imagining the end of the world and then saying in a round about way what will be will be so lets not be too in fear of it a way to bring it back down to reality or near to without depressing the reader too much hahaha
22nd Mar 2011 11:44pm
Ok, the first thing that caught my eye was the phrase "jelly baby", not going to lie (I'm a big fan of DW, especially Tom Baker). But it is haunting and mesmerizing as a whole.
24th Mar 2011 2:55pm
ha ha yeah the jelly baby bit is apt to tom baker as i remember him well and my son is a big DW fan thanks for reading
27th Mar 2011 00:00am
