Poetry Dark Room by Ciaran Burke Dark Room by Ciaran Burke The dark room, light fledwhen 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 lidsdarkness fadesnoises 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 Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
Walking in Circles Waiting for eventual summer wishing long days into existence hoping for a vaccinated future praying for an immune population. To rub shoulders […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
Feed the King Clean sharp linesthe glowing displaycolourful temptationpromising instant satisfaction.Served in a bunchicken or beefsingle serving condimentspresented on a plastic tray.Minimum wages workedfor maximum […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
Life and Death And now we lie in the silence listening with expectation ears pricked for the pin drop the sounds of hope yearning for […] Share this:TweetShare on TumblrPocketTelegramLike this:Like Loading...
