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Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Sleeping Pill

Old typewriters, 
and vinyl record shops
...things which turn me on
With my life and poetry all dried up 
I thought I'd write a song

My guitar's a limb 
and yet it won't sing
the spiralling serenade in my head. 
It's six-thirty
the sun is up 
and yet I'm climbing back to bed 

Well wouldn't you know 
the notes won't show 
and yet the words 
fall... like rain
Tears and ink 
of a life on the blink
yes... I'm probably insane

Yet, my pen it strives 
inside my mind 
to find the answers still!
So, I close my eyes 
to a life of lies 
and strum a lullaby
...sleeping pill 

© Debbie Razey 2018  

Always... The Never

Never to have
Never to hold
Always to wonder
...what if we'd been bold? 

Never to touch
Never to kiss
Always to crave 
...our chaste chance of bliss 

Always to dream
Always to fear
Never to have
...whom we wish most near 

Always to feel
Always to know
Never to doubt 
...what our hearts did sow

© Debbie Razey 2018