• Martin Wardley


All those feelings

Of elation


And such

Are buried in a pit

Of melancholic

Painful sludge

Buried where the eye cannot detect

And deep beneath

A layer laid

To protect

Buried where a tepid heart at best

Pumps a solemn beat

Of slow regret

But know throughout

And round about

This barren wilderness

And lack of worth

And hopelessness

The slightest wick



Will unearth the hidden mirth

21st July 2021

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