Ronnie Kerrigan Poems
- Carapace If sanity is to survive, The tender, shivering ...
- Memoir I have the knife by the handle, I can write the ...
- Reflection Today I feel like a cheap ballpoint pen holding ...
- The Moon Plays Tricks The moon plays tricks first black ...
- The Night Our Souls Collided The night our souls collided My...
- The Puppet's Mask I sought sanctuary in the basilica. You...
- The Stranger A shadow lies perched on the window sill ...
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A shadow lies perched on the window sill
Scotching the sunlight.
He swallows and snorts a solitary sound
Piercing the pale, empty air.
The world rolls over me
As I lie with startled eyes
Gasping to breathe.
Close by, the sharp, ringing cries of children
Bounce of cobbled stones.
I drift in search of sleep and shelter
For I am obliged to tragedy.
A stranger, hungry with repression,
Desires to suffocate;
Squeeze my heart like an old rag.
My body is immersed in melancholy;
Wedding vows as false as my love.