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Cocktails
by Sam Roberts
As the grey mist descends over this secluded valley
I look out of my window and sigh.
too many mornings have been shaped this way,
And the people stand in it, motionless,
Frozen - and stuck to the asphalt.
My only friend is nature, a fantasy of mine created by sleep deprivation.
my face is colourless and my anaemia is getting increasingly worse,
I look and feel disgusting.
it's nauseating to even look at my body.
My stomach is a furrow and I am empty
Its a town numb and wordless
from husbands and wives,
a cocktail of deformed children, urinated on in disgust
It disgusts me, this concoction of neglect
My hands are old and wrinkled.
I am ageing and breathless but still smoking,
I am revoltingly thin and tired but still awake, some how.
And this mist of grey is not just the weather turning on me,
its just me - and how I'm feeling.
01/01/2004 Posted on 01/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jane E Pearce on 01/01/04 at 08:15 PM Wonderful comparison in this. Enjoyed it. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/03/04 at 08:10 PM The images in this are stunning in their ability to create strong emotion. There is a forlorn frustrated feel to this that penetrates deep. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 10/23/04 at 09:04 PM i feel such a strong relation to this! so well put into words! ~mlp |
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