In the Dark
The dark bedroom is shuddering with
the inwardly uttered, outwardly
unspoken words of my dream
now over, already unidentifiable,
still drenched with pain and fear.
Compose yourself, old man -
the dark air will clear,
the past sink back. Stop
trying to see, trying to hear.
Max Richards
North Balwyn, Melbourne
Wednesday 20 July 2005
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