Gethsemane Poem by Malcolm Evison
Gethsemane
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A type
of Gethsemane.
Not so much the pain
more the agony.
Not the absence
of sleep –
more the ache;
an ache which penetrates
each sinew. If only
one had slept
like others do.
Oh, how you’d love
that luxury. Wait
for the next event –
everything burns,
each pore secretes
anxiety. Has it
all come to this?
Who knows
what follows
the restless night.
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