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THEN SUDDENLY

It seems to me,
Or so I believe.
That a life like mine,
Is so ill conceived.

I try to write,
To do my thing.
Have to close my eyes,
As they begin to sting.

And in my mind I feel,
The coldness of space.
Where all my fear and dreams,
Have become interlaced.

Then suddenly

I can feel the summer breeze,
My poetic mind craves release.
I feel the live earth below myself,
Slowly as it beats and breaths.

I open my eyes it's a wondrous sight,
The sun beats down though cloudy skies.
Leaving a coloured blue peeping through,
Spider's in my eyes no longer bother me.
As finally I sit down and start to write.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley