The Bedside Digital Clock Flicks Onto Midnight Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Bedside Digital Clock Flicks Onto Midnight

Rating: 5.0


Puts out
the cat

&
the milk bottles

the stars look like
little bits of broken

*g*l*a*s*s*

He lies down
dead

on his doorstep
as if he were dreaming

in his bed.

The night is cold
so...very very...cold.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 02 February 2009

How heartbreakingly alone is he....and cold...and sad.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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