287 – The Unseen

Poem number 287
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The Unseen
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Darkness, always darkness
Never sunlit, always night
The sound of feet above me
On the path just to the right
When it rains it pitter patters
When it snows I feel the chill
Seeping through the frozen earth
To where I lie so still
My knuckles bruised, my nails all torn
The hardwood proved its worth
My breath now gone, I linger on
In spirit, under earth
A fortnight now I’ve been here
Just a thousand years to go
My body dead, my mind alive
And nobody will know.

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