THE DARK


With a bottle of pop

And crisps in a bag

And a book in the sack

That I carry on my back.

I am off to the park.

Where I’ll lay and get brown

At least till the sun goes on down.

Then I’ll go off on my own

To those bruising nights that I’ve known.

Alone in my flat,

Where the darkness laughs.

And pokes its finger at the fun

That I had in the sun.

And as I get older

The nights seem to get colder.

I have to use the hot water bottle.

I wish I could throttle

The dark.

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