Revoked

the eighteen-fifty five

leaves on time

but from the wrong

platform

the train driver was caught

unaware

i was fine , til i sat

in the seat

energy deserting my body

as if

it was late, for a previous

appointment

no good bye

just fled….

the weigh of the day

embraces….

the numbness of nothingness

my vacant stare

but the evening sky

is blue

smiling with an innocence

making a mockery of my

self pity

my stupidity

my licence to brood

revoked

and then my eyelids slipped

 

By  Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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