The Blackbird
The Blackbird.
The drab grey
Of the cliché tenement walls,
And the drab yellow
Of it’s occupants,
Makes me want to
Grab the clock,
Force back it’s hands.
Be free from
These chains
Of hopelessness.
It’s 8 o clock
And sleepily I notice
A blackbird on the roof.
Personally I like it…
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Sounds like you wanted to get back to dreaming of a more hopeful place.
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