Saturday 28 December 2013

Mule




I sit here alone
 
Alone, here I sit
 
The silent phone

My impenetrable wit

My insufferable muse

My existence forlorn

I long to abuse

  my despicable form

This stubborn old mule

  has nothing to give

This wretched sad fool

  has no reason to live

The New Year Eve time

  crawls beyond midnight

My paranoia benign

  never gives up the fight

Alone, here I sit

I remain here alone

To misery I commit
 
In life’s game, a pawn.




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