Saturday 9 March 2019

Ghost Ship


My mind, my time
Was stolen from me
The clock stopped with my sanity
The pain is now
An absent thing
A ghost ship that is hovering
While I look on
Now from the pier
Not knowing how it brought me here.


C. LJ Ireton 2019.

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