Paul Larmour

Rookie (12-02-63 / Northern Ireland)

The Hill - Poem by Paul Larmour

There is a hill
I journey to every night
To sit and stare
And watch the fading light
Every morning before the dawn
I journey home
To sit and yawn all alone
Every night the journey gets longer
Every night the sit gets lonelier
Every night the light gets dimmer
Every morning the journey home gets harder
Every yawn becomes a scream
Every loneliness is lost in loneliness
I know theres a night i wont come back
The light gone, the darkness complete
I'll sit there and feel heaven fade
And hell invade

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 9, 2011

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