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Go On

SouthpawPoet
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

Streets are empty and smell of mundane and familiar
like that pub and those pints you drank tonight.

Last coach left the station with timely withdrawal
(just so you know)

Some lights resist to go out…

As you walk alone in sleepless dreams
you wonder where have all the dead moments gone
and where do they bury them… does anyone know?

That imaginary Victorian portrait
that faded into grey,
it never left the drawers of your mind
but you forgot where it is kept.

All the conversations you held in your head,
the words never said.

You hear the breeze humming:
Go on, leave all behind
you only belong to yourself.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

SouthpawPoet

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The Left Hand of God is a Poet. Happy in the humble service of the Word. Twitter / Instagram: @southpawpoet

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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