Repeater

It is better to be in the dark, I suppose,
I get up before dawn, the past out of sight.
The present is nil, the future is...well, it's
Just black, I suppose. We aren't apt to
Be in it. I was with her yesterday.
Nothing had changed. Alone, we were
Fine. I believe we were happy, but,
Later, encircled, we weren't anymore,
We aren't often alone. We don't get
To be happy. What was doubles back
Every day, an assailant. The
Present is blank, just a stage for
The past, and the future? I told
You; it's black.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-17 at 00:08

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