When I Came Up for Air

By ralph

Tue, 19 Feb 2019
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When I Came Up for Air (after Stevie Smith)
 
Everything has
withered and died.
How can I stay here?
 
Once, when young,
I could see futures.
But not this one.
 
A world clouded 
with dissatisfaction. 
A world that loses days. 
 
Certificate U
Poem
Unclassified