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Andrew Kerklaan
Poems
Dec 2011
Bitter Musings of A Passerby
He descends the stairs of the porch on the house sleepily
.....He is calm
Realising his wires are tangled he quickly unbunches them...
The sidewalk clicks by unheard to his ears...
Houses... Dark pictures from which he sees images of people -- Looking out, watching TV, talking...
He hears the sound coming from inside his ears but it does not register to him.... He remains deep in thought....
click click click
The stones pass by unnoticed
click click
Waiting
The criss-cross patterns on every single lawn...
Like an endless sea of unchanged, untouchable conformity he thinks to himself...
Reaching for the small chunk of metal in his pocket to turn up the noise and drown out his thoughts...
What is it?
He questions himself without answers....
With a fear of the unknown but completely unaware of what he should fear...
He thinks quietly...
A building approaches... Bricks that are red like an African sunset... A prison... A place of hatred and sadness...
He stops, there is a man far away calling to him.....
Ignorantly he continues without a second thought.
"****! An endless sea of it...." He speaks underneath his breath
Black leather hangs around him in long sheets... As he walks it sways... This pleases him...
Such a hollow pleasure he thinks bitterly....
What is purpose? is it merely the quest for meaning? or something more...
click click click
......Darkness is now around him and a place to rest is close....
*click click....
One of my very first poems
#origins
Written by
Andrew Kerklaan
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