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On the Edge of a Derelict Town

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 23, 2008 by dc

Just my presence it seemed
Made you sit back and slump,
New days introduced
With a groan and a sigh,

Communication lay dead
Like a rat in an old wooden shed,
No words left to probe
Just eyes slowly dying

And the love we once had
Just an overgrown plot
Where the runner beans grew
And died unattended.

To think we were once
The two unworn coats
Hanging all happy
In a cloakroom of chance,

In a dusty pub swaying,
Hit by the sunlight,
A bright perfect moment
We could summon in seconds.

It could have been forever
Or at least beyond a life,
But on the edge of a derelict town
The signs are painted over,

The roads that guided strangers
Are split by furious weeds
And daylight is a mask
That drops in times of woe.

Too soon came the dark
And the sounds of walls falling,
The world it had left us,
We were nothing but cloth,

Ripped ragged remnants
From the sounds of a town
That once buzzed like a bee hive
But now whispered conclusions.

It’s the pain that we pay for
As scars replace smiles
And the stench of dead rats
Brings the hum of lonely flies,

We could have been forever
Or at least as long as that seems,
Now we’re nothing but wasteland,
A fear inside a dream.

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