Poetry Pavement

Trolls and Regrets

Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.

Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.

Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.

Glare

Blinding sheet of tattered rags, blocking the dull, grey sun,

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Never sure what is real, beneath that mask of years,

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You had to have known that it could never last,

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Suddenly it makes sense in the last moments,

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How inconvenient,
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You breathe.