Monday, 23 October 2023

sunny boy

 sunny boy


i’m not coming out

of this poem

i am staying here

forever

and 

ever


once i did

once upon a time

never

again


there were wars

and babies crying

and dying


ok

in here it is raining

but it is cosy warm rain


i’m stopping here

with my back to the future

the shadow has past 


it is sunny

1 comment:

  1. Yes we wish our poems would hide us from the awfulness... if only.

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