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Seduction

The past whispers in your ear
when sleep seems so distant
with tales and promises told
in sweet singing tones
"Society was better then,
if only you could go back."

Still humming a forgotten tune
it pulls you out of the bed
and towards the floorboards
where the sour and sweet smell
rises from underneath. "Damp
has set into the bones now,
nothing left but a slow descent
into disorder and anarchy.
If only you could go back."

Lies, of course. The rot
doesn't exist and neither
did that soft golden light
of a perfect childhood. All we
have is now, always vanishing.


All the poems I wrote last year are available as an ebook for free. It's called Lost in April Fog and you can download it here.

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