Wednesday, 9 March 2011


The sound of an empty can
rolling on a concrete floor
is the sound I hear in my head
when left alone with my thoughts.

It is impossible to give up
on hopes that I never had and
my dreams are small comfort
when I know I will wake up.

My shadow asks why it’s alive
rather than simply being cast
by a man who despite his flesh
has no substance at all.

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