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Aug 2018
Move as though on castors
Swept in to subdued void
Pierrot lacking puppet master
Shrunken waxwork melting
            I rivet in two eyes black blue
            For a scrap of validation
            Mirrored tunnel dark chute
            Deep abysmal contemplation
Blether. Prattle. Jabber on
Deaf ears nescient; inattentive
Blithely callous their indifference
Never yet shall be emotive
             A flashlight glare. A glint?
             Volt? Amp; electric neuron
             No never see; pulse, or breathe
             Frigid flesh left life extinct.


©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
On entering "that" room! the "chapel of rest", mortuary, morgue.....and looking for something...anything....a sign, some life, some electricity.....nothing left! Waiting...for...nothing!
Billy Reynard-Bowness
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Billy Reynard-Bowness  47/M/Harrogate
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