Christopher P. P. White Biography

The blackbirds have nested near my window.
All I see when my eyes meet the morning
Are these birds and their black feathers.
They remind me of death;
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I look around for solace or a place to run to
But all I see are empty shops and lonely benches.
The promenade was once filled with laughter and ice cream—
Now it's full of silence and sadness.
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Higher powers and moments of weakness;
Guilt is surely the easiest pain to feel
When all you are getting is a vile judgement
From a bunch of wrong Samaritans.
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A delicate note from a terrorised tongue
Or a melody born out of sadness.
I long to hear the story that's scattered
With words
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I am stuck in time like the poor fly
In a spider's web
Waiting to die.
Maybe minutes will move
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