Bad day at the office
In blackest black of deepest deep;
a window on to endless night,
where gloom's the company I keep
and all I see is fading sight.
My dreams drown on indifferencies,
not blessed by great catastrophes.
Thinking is a slow disease
where all hope drowns in vanities.
In blackest black of deepest deep;
just as I sow, just so I reap.
Pity's pit too deep and steep
with bargains turning out too cheap.
In blackest black of deepest deep
where gloom's the company I keep.
Nothing left except to weep
and all before me endless sleep.
The path now fades where it began
now turning to the setting sun.
While I was betting on the come,
I have just lost while others won.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2010-01-27 at 13:23
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