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Poetry Drafts / 13 February 2022

R=1.5

Reality is a thin veil,
A melting sheet of ice;
I wear my skates untied,
Puckered face uncovered,
A stick to short to matter,
I am forever penalised
For crossing the thin blue line
Too early, to rushed
Is my approach to life;
Reality is a clock expiring,
A ghastly echo of a tick
Without a tock,
A tree without bark
Uprooted, the storm in a cup –
Overflowing; my reality
A thinly veiled matter
Without presence
Or purpose.

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.