Thursday, 31 August 2017


reality is just a crutch for people who can't handle drugs

Robin Williams   

we watch with sad eyes
as the seagulls fly above us
and the once wicked waves waver 
then flat-line in quiet introspection

the storm has ended - over
but the clouds still linger lofty
grey sheets passing passively
in a dying day

it's this feeling - a memory
and an impulse that returns


she gave up long ago
believed there was no hope
that no one could save her
that no one cared

but weather can be deceiving
sometimes hard to predict - unfair
because when we can't see very far
there remains no signage
no signals


and we miss that sliver of sunlight
in the shifting tide

U S E R  F R I E N D L Y



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