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Bitter watches

Down onto

The sands and the wind

Claws my eyes but

It’s alive out here

And the sea

Roars at a volume

As big as what’s inside me

Nature’s white noise

Louder than anything else

And so I tell it

All the things I

Feel

And I shake like

I’m possessed but it’s the cold

Not me

And in such times

I breathe,

And all that remains

Is bitter watches

To stand without

Within

 

 

 

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/)

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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