Poetry Drafts / 25 June 2017

The day I stopped living

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The day I stopped living
now faded
beyond memory
fragmented
horrors
stirring

The day I stopped living
the ghost came down
the attic clown
in clogs
slowly turning
mirrors cracking
my waltzing Matilda
a dutchess
in dreaming

The day I stopped living
I toppled
stirring
frowning down the
piper of Maris —

burning

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.