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In The Twilight

written by: Robin McNamara

@thewindingroad1

 

You come here

Maddened by the sands
of time
Dried skin on bones
The flesh weeps for mercy

You come here

Saddened by the hands
Of time
Feet broken on stones
Tongue so thirsty

You come here

Alone and yet surrounded
By drowning fears
In this desert of you
Skeletal fingers probing

You come here

Like a broken bird grounded
From distance the jackal peers
With feeble hands I shoo
Away father time approaching

You came here
with the constant regrets
Of a forsaken life.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.
Robin McNamara

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