John Warrington Poems

What are you waiting for,
You, with the sad eyes?
To say a scornful goodbye to the cruellest winter storm?
With the hope that it carries away the sins of the malformed?
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It was a ‘eureka moment’.
Driving for miles and miles in the throttling, demonic dark.
And alas, it was a night off for an old friend called moonlight.
Not sure where I was, nor certain even where I wanted to go,
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