An Elegy In Metaphors
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David Wood
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I am that tired polar bear
Struggling in ever decreasing
Arctic ice. Ponderously caring
For its cub. A car running on
Empty. A stale loaf that's lost
Its taste. That once red apple
Yet to be discarded. A mobile
Phone with a sleepy battery.
That dull never ending hangover.
The evening that waits for nights
Rest that never ever comes.
Travelling on a moving escalator
That I cannot get off.
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