Life At A Dead End Poem by james watkin

Life At A Dead End



Life at a dead end.
Numb, thinking ahead
Despairingly: this far
And no further sped

Which car, as oneself
Seen and heard had been
To flash. All its pistons
Fired up. Over-keen!

Wednesday, November 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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