after the laughter...
after the laughter has finished
and faded into the past-
i fall deep into the present
and feel it pulling me fast...
all of the minutes are measured
and listed so quickly and straight-
i feel all the pressure and anxious
and fall into a hollow of hate...
now it's all packing and planning
without a moment of quiet-
i robot into the darkness
and close my eyes to the light...
the day before was so crystal
so vividly clean and alert-
today feels pointless and futile
filled only with sharpness and hurt...
Joy Weare,
19th January, 2009.
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