Poetry

Dark Room

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Dark Room by Ciaran Burke
Dark Room by Ciaran Burke
The dark room, light fled
when I clicked the switch,
unheard noises fill the space,
creak of wood, gurgles in pipes.

Waiting.. Lying... breathing...
I start to fall, the slow drift.

Click!
The light inside that wont turn off.

Flip to the back, open lids
darkness fades
noises they whisper,
thoughts start to shout.

Plans for tomorrow,  fears from the past,
what if ? I should have, I wish...

The ticking of the travel clock,
from Castlebar, a decade back.
A.A.  Power
 the teasing rhythm.

You. Will. Not. Sleep.
You. Will. Not. Sleep.

- Ciaran Burke

AUTHOR

Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!

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