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Washing Line Blues
I was close
Atop the chair
With leather underfoot
Naked below the waist
Tears upon my face-
Around me light had lost
All meaning and hope
In the place of rope
A lilac line of steel
With nothing left to feel
I could see no more.
A liver full of liquor,
and all love lost
Nothing left to cost
Darkened days had come
Lonely nights can crush
Metres of my future
Just one little, harmless push.
My tears were broken now
I stood there for an age
With every last ruptured thought
Each white-hot, numb pain
Moments seemed to stutter
My legs were growing weak
No laughter left to feel
No comfort left to seek
On the final, yearning cusp
The courage I lacked stayed true
I unhooked myself, quivering
My cowardice right on cue.
Published 28th May 2023
| Edited 29th May 2023
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