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I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


32. Streetlamp Sonnet

Although I’ve tried hard to forget I’ll always remember
With all its glaring effervescence my first ever sleepover
With my friend who was afraid of the dark and as she hung the walls of the night
With lamp light that squabbled with Sleep over my No-Mans-Land eyelids
I wondered how you could fear something that wasn’t even a something
But a lack of something. Now I read the weather forecast
In the horoscope of Orion’s belt I wonder why we were so afraid
Of a world of muted colours like Light was an absent parent
That returned sporadically and left an aftertaste with each visit
And blew cigarette smoke in our faces
Like Light was a worn-out lover too painful to label as X
Around whom we’d begun to orbit and organise our lives
I stand in the dark we’re all afraid of and wonder if perhaps
The night is not lonely or cruel but simply wants to kiss the stars.




Not really a sonnet but ya know... 14 lines...

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