Max Gatrell

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Thoughts That Thwart My Sleep - Poem by Max Gatrell

Anon the leaves shall line the floor,
A mottle of uncertainty.
Nearer to winter it seems I am,
Farewell to happy seasons.
Shamed by my past, in equal mete,
I’m fearful of the future,
In repetition of contrition,
Upon the cusp I sit.
Keen to press the pause on time,
I tried this once before.
But then the saplings came of age,
To dominate the garden.
So now I’m just a refugee,
Of a dying generation.
Vicissitude I can’t prevent,
So I’ll evolve in spite of change.
And not therefore be left behind,
Repining deprivation.
On guard I stay, again awake,
Nightly visuals I undertake.
For no presage will I receive
These thoughts that thwart my sleep.

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  • (5/10/2011 5:34:00 AM)

    I like it. You have described it very well. Vivid imagery and remarkable style. Great write. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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