Monday, 19 October 2015

Night Recovery

Tears no more,
Roll down my cheek
Screens of failures
Run fast like a train with no breaks.

I have no muse to summon,
For I want no favours,
No form, no cameras
Around my delicate neck.

I have along me;
The history of great sisters
Who have inspired me
Through the pages which time has turned yellow.

When my heart swells up
With strange affection and remorse
And then when I have the sheet
But a grip lost pen.

I summoned a divine witness
To hold and comfort me
And soon I realised
It was nobody else, but me. 

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