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Sep 2017
CLOCKLESS



the car's wipers
slosh the world back & forth
back'n'forth




how stupid of me
left my heart out in the pain
my thoughts gone rusty




white noise
on the telly
my fingertips touch the static




"Suicide is painless..." I hum
I tell the waiting room
"I...hope...it is!"




the objects in the room
look terrified
look on in silence




locked inside
the whisper
( the shout )




this room is clockless
time locked outside
howling to get in




I ...sit...and
crochet on the couch
time looks sheepish




clicking needles
I knit
one moment to the next




there is only this
little moment
left to live in




"Too much time..."I tell myself
"That's the trouble. . ." I tell the room
"Think I'll cut it down to size!" I say to nobody




"Time to be gone..."
I say
in a melodramatic way




I laugh at myself
weep in my private
theatre of heartbreak




my reflection & I
both reaching for
the razor blade




the room
holds its breath
I close my eyes &. . .




this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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