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The Greenhouse Effect
What thought dances
with your mind,
every single day.
Is it the rope, or the blade
the pills, or the pain,
Which destiny seems
to devour
every haunting dream.
Is it the cold- and the numb
the emptiness, of the sun
Is it the fear, or lack of love
the searing stench from above
are there 'mares that never cease
or your heart - devoid of peace.
Is it the tears of those left lost
or the relief they feel, that cost.
Tell me once
I beg to know
how can I abandon hope
no future left to sow.
Which whisper lingers
in the recesses of my mind.
Is it the one final sleep
I crave so-
or the hearts I leave behind.
Published 15th Dec 2021
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