Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Canestan for the Soul

By Sandy Hopton

I lie awake and think;
I lie awake and miss you.
Long since all hopes were sunk
And we drew a line under the issue,
I still stalk you in my head,
Composing texts I’ll never send;
My heart dreams on undeterred
Of hopes I can’t defend.
You’re like a bloody case of thrush,
I just can’t get rid of you;
I want to be free of all this mush;
Your beautiful face is spoiling my view.

Poetry is great therapy. I haven't really thought of the subject of this poem since writing it! Go on, give it a try...

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