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Midnight voices
Here they come, late night echoes on the Aether. Midnight voices, some you remember, Some you don't. Faces and places. some You remember, some you don't. Just had A tiff, off to bed sulking and up they come Midnight voices, pecking away at today, Making yesterday look better than it was. Should have married June, Jayne, Jackie, Anyone, but the lovely girl you’ve just Brought to tears downstairs.
Times, dates, jobs … Midnight voices, nibbling away at the Ear should have done this, should have Done that. Can't go back now too late, Job won't be there, he won't be there, She won't se there. Should have said Sorry, too late now, probably went to The grave not knowing you cared. Midnight voices, should have told her You loved her, you'd have had lovely Babies, now look what you've got - Nothing!
Family, brother, sister ... Midnight voices, should have stayed in Touch when mum died, but where did Jeff move to, where did Pam go? Promised To stay in touch but they never did. I could Have gone round, but if they don't want to Know me … Midnight voices, what about The ashes? Still in the back bedroom, Going to have to do something with 'em One day...
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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