The low ebb is descending
A rhyme from a pop song
Reverberates the background
It’s melodic chant daring her lower
Tiredness all around no respite
Sleep depravation increase the tome
No good news war sickness
No puppy dog tales only poverty
Take it to the chorus litany of woe
Shutters coming down
Closing up shop
Humanity good bye
Sign off gone for a while
I’ll be in bed
Rhythmic clapping
Stomping feet
C’mon Eileen
Darkness surrounds
No white light
Judgement descends how long to stay
Am I ready to depart or interlude
Difficult decision in trance like mode
Get it wrong county homeward bound
Heaven can wait let’s breathe in
writings, musings, photographs, and comments from a computer junkie
Zylmor, Dromdrevc and life as it is
Writing - both fiction and non-fiction, really bad poetry, photos, paintings and stuff
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