Kit Leamy

(Richmond, Texas, USA)

Gloomy Saturday - Poem by Kit Leamy

The grey days continue
Pressing gloom on my mind like a workman clamps an
instrument.
There is no hope in our world
only wispy dreams of past encounters-
no future,
Only the heavy, oppressing moments of now.
I've been running.
Aching to dance along star-lit mountains,
and you just don't get it.
I run farther away from you now, faster,
and your footsteps pursue me in heavy heartbeats.
Amaze, that's what it's like.
My emotions bump into the walls and bruise.
Broken, I try a different direction.
What lies in wait at the end?
Freedom and another chance at loving?
Or the grim reaper?


Comments about Gloomy Saturday by Kit Leamy

  • (7/4/2005 9:16:00 PM)


    Kit
    You have such a beautiful touch! ! ! Please keep writing and making beauty.
    Many Thanks
    Bill V.
    NYC
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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