Movement

by Darragh Hayden from Secret Voices

All the time he sits

Staring out his window.

Out to the back, but no further

Cigarettes lit, dead or lying.

Voices mixed and screaming.

Music killing his ears,

Chopin looks sad today;

The three monkeys are still the same:

Blind, deaf and dumb.

 

The world has stopped again

At 25 past the 4. He wonders why?

All the time people say it’s alright.

Sick is what he is, sick.

Time stops, he’s not going anywhere.

At least not just yet.

 

 

Darragh Hayden Secret Voices
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