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Monday, 19 February 2018

Poem: At the Back Of The Room

Poem 

Standing here
at the back of the room
i see you there, in the lights
and the glare
and you are there
and happy
dealing with it
wheeling with it
laughing with it
But then theres another
its not my brother
i dont have one
staring at the glare
and he is where
I am.
We dont speak but nod
a voice booms but just try
he starts to cry 
so i ask why
and theres no reply
is that a projection? Is it self protection?
Because He disappears
but i have no tears

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