The Now Poem by james watkin

The Now



It pains us, The Now
Pest in Time's brat.
Its attention-seeking
Is immediate!

Harsh day-lit, of him
Made too aware.
Facing, each way faced
His every care.

Ten-voiced headache! World
Senseless spins on.
Night bring sleep, just to
Spare our reason!

Wednesday, June 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: present,pain,care
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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