Despairs awoke my body’s chiming clock
And my eyes are covered with a black smoke
Heavy load of burden was on my back
And on my neck was an inspiring yoke
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We are all looking forward to beautiful days in England. (Thanks for spelling correction.I did juggle with the two words myself)
Marc, I like your poem immensely. The last two lines are perfection. The poem is relatable throughout, but it was still blazingly original in your choice of metaphor. I like the way you return to the calendar in the very last line.