Preview (Poetry)
24th February 2019
There’s this town I don’t know
made of colourless stone
with long streets stretching bare
where I wander alone
There is no one about —
not a soul — not a sound
and my footsteps are mute
on the grey dusty ground
There’s no sign anywhere
not a clue to its name
it’s a strange kind of place
I don’t know why I came
The dull sky’s like a lid
on a box of stale air
the breeze holds its breath
while blank windows just stare
Gloomy silence suggests
I’m the only one left
there’s a shadow hangs low
and a faint reek of death ...
made of colourless stone
with long streets stretching bare
where I wander alone
There is no one about —
not a soul — not a sound
and my footsteps are mute
on the grey dusty ground
There’s no sign anywhere
not a clue to its name
it’s a strange kind of place
I don’t know why I came
The dull sky’s like a lid
on a box of stale air
the breeze holds its breath
while blank windows just stare
Gloomy silence suggests
I’m the only one left
there’s a shadow hangs low
and a faint reek of death ...