Matthew Lumley

Losing Interest - Poem by Matthew Lumley

When the sunrise’s shining promise
Of another twenty four hours
Made me want to cry,
And the sunset bored me
With orange indecisiveness,
(A slow death for a pitifully lifeless day)
I started to carve my gravestone.

With these gloomy thoughts,
Ten thousand epitaphs ready in my head
And a polished new chisel,
I found a dark place
And began work on the M.
By the time I reached the second T
I had lost interest.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010

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