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Poetry Drafts / 25 January 2023

Like treacle. Like treacle I say,
my mind gone blank;
Mindless blinkers steer me
towards the sea
slowly
towards a sea
of treacle, like treacle I say
my mind gone blank;
Treacle, like treacle the path
my thoughts wander
these days
my thoughts wander
wade
through treacle
– towards no end.

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.