Poem - Days

Days

 

In cold weather the

Icy mist that cars

Excrete looks just like

Giant, shivering breaths

That, heaving, bring the

Lumbering beast to life, and

On dark nights the

Lights that shine in

Fiery colours blink like

Stars in deepest night

Warming us with dancing

Patterns, but on those

Days where nothing seems

So special, when names are

Nought but names, we see only

The bare carcass, the

Ruins without the dreams

To fill the gaps. Those

Are the days when artists

Hang their heads, and

Cry in shame.

 

Dabbler.

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