Exit - Poem by Wesley Gibbings
We have waited for you.
Have a seat.
The dark and narrow streets
Have their own low-lying clouds
That touch your hair.
And the dim, yellow light ahead
Is like the fading glimmer in
Lifeless, misty eyes.
Here, the minutes are as long as days
And each second the distance
Between life and no life.
The song you hear is voiceless
The words are silent syllables.
And the instruments,
The lonesome sound of a vast and endless ocean.
In this place so far from home where
To be awake is to sleep
A sleep without dreams
Just the sound of the ocean’s
That fade away
In the dying light.
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