Untitled 8. Poem by Mark Horsfall

Untitled 8.



Weeping distortions
Drone in the fear
Beyond the nightscape
Beyond the glass
I see you alone
As I stand
As am I
Torn up inside
Myself torn apart
Hold me
Come
Sit
Stay a while
No! !
It’s not right
You’ve left me again

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