Vincent Topp

Rookie - 6 Points (3 Feb 1973 / Radcliffe)

All Black Sunset - Poem by Vincent Topp

So I play the waiting game
No fresh surges struggling to free themselves
The karma isn’t calling me anymore
Mother nature’s in a strop.

Weighted down with the knowledge of stupidity
The dry river of loss
It’s plain to feel the emptiness
Just staring at an all black sunset.

I could see it in her eyes
The eyes that photograph the soul’s condition
She had the look of a defeatist
The look of a spent person
Made to swallow the bitter pill of life
We’re holding hands
Staring at an all black sunset.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 8, 2014


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