Poem: Born in time

Born in time
But out of line
I never knew where I was heading
Childhood games
Along dusty lanes
Beach combed pebbles I was treading
Dark wood pain
Scarred my brain
My own faint shadow I was dreading
Back from hell
A witch’s spell
Another chance at life I was begging
Ripped right through
Who is who?
Years and happiness I was shredding
Hand in hand
And nothing planned
Grey clothed future at our wedding

Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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