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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - These words I write %22soc

These words I write %22soc


M A Heathcote

The webs of time
Canít span this loneliness
I feel in my heart
In this emptiness
-of my mind
Each night it grows dark:

The webs of time
Canít cocoon this feeling
When pillow talk
Is no longer soothing
Itís time to clear your mind
And just start walking...

What use are velvet wings
If like a bat the night clings
What use is a bowl of flowers?
When itís over...

Cut my wrists
Drink till I wake up sober
Love is all about being
A tin soldier...

Oh, all those old fairy tales
Written in another epoch
"These words I write "sock
Have no longer got heart
Have no longer got sails
Like Anne Berlin, I too--depart
Wounded, word silent!
Behead, bleeding... pageant.

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