A Fated Calm? Poem by Peter Vealey

A Fated Calm?



A fated calm
Too hurried to be real
Worth it
Alone or together
Despite the English is
Proud ownership
UK's weather.
Together or alone
Dark of Day.
Light over hope.
Anytime
When it rains
Everyone wants to die and cry inside.
Perfect will never, be,
Knocking on your door.
However many coins
In the tomb.
You collect daily.
Life was never about
Any of that!

Monday, September 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death
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