Friday, 27 May 2011

Another pome



The Monster in the Attic

I wake at night
And think of you
My other self
My Mr Hyde.

Like Dorian Gray
I present to the world
An incomplete version
Of myself.

But in the attic
The monster grows.

And one day, I hope,
He’ll come down

And set me free.


2 comments:

  1. another lovely one.. it's now a few moments after I read it I realise that the word 'brilliant' is hanging there in the air nearby, and it must have been me who said it as I'm alone in the room.

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  2. Nina, thank you. (Follower business sorted.)Best, B

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