BLACK DAY - Robert Abrahams
A Black Day
My head is ringing,
there is no singing.
My breath is wheezy,
short and not easy.
This all seems like hell,
I'm really not well.
Noise, noise in my ear,
but I never hear.
Words go round and round,
and don't make a sound.
Some just talk 'at me'
and never 'to me'
Alone, dejected
soon unremembered.
O Most Exalted,
I feel deserted.
Robert Abrahams, 2 November 1996.
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posted by Unknown @ 1/06/2005 05:24:00 pm
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