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Once Again He's Come Late, Or
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July 2018 Once Again He's Come Late, Or
Just because....
I'm sharing, my memories.
Between a bottle, and..... the,
dead.
Loneliness, is my existence.
And, I'm now, waiting, for .....god.
My tears are copious, and warm.
And flow without compunction.
There's something here, I know, not, what.
And it casts a shadow, on my soul.
Don't, colour me, sad......
Just because, I'm lonely.
Once, my colours....
Outshone, the sun.
I stood amongst warriors.
I spilled blood, cleaved skulls.
I sang a battle song.
I regaled those moments.
Long ago.
Like they were yesterday....
Seems I've been forgotten
Though I still reach for,
the sky....
And it seems
Today's, not ......the day I die....
Giajl © Jim Love
