Poem: Birthday

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #2.)


Happy Birthday
to me with silent air
hear the voices
that just aren’t there

another year ending
a new one just begun
all alone in the dark
this bottle all done

recycling broken glass
in deep blue boxes
how many days do we
have in this paradox?

each moment is precious
each moment smells of death
clock laughs at my stagger
– I am out of my depth

Carry on, don’t look back
don’t even look over here
the days are darkly dimmer
soon there will be no fear.


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