awake to emptiness
another day begins
again less promising
than sham, of hollow
innuendo, of happiness
so badly bent
had you meant
this be while seeking
joy in space that flew
away I would agree
I know you feel the
same as me, to bear
too much has lent
a voice to discontent
which counsels misery
yet all the issues
aired resist redress
in tepid distances
you’ve thus expressed
remember this forever
then – where you are
is where I’d rather be
© 27 November 2008, I. D. Carswell
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