Everything and Nothing

You were my security blanket
that I shop-lifted from
your store of dreams;
I grey painted over
your summer skies
and tarmac’d
your fields of green;
I built a car park
in your flower bed and
pissed all over your chips;
whilst you did everything
to stop me falling apart
and nothing; nothing that is
but give.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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12 thoughts on “Everything and Nothing

  1. You were my security blanket
    that I shop-lifted from
    your store of dreams;

    This may be your most brilliant line to date.

      • This is sad. So much lonliness. Sometimes your poetry is much deeper than the words. Sometimes I feel like another person totally unlike you has written the words to annoy you. These last few pieces to this are searching .. And that in itself is wonderful. You ARE a poet. Bless. Pam

      • Thank you Pam. I have been called a few things in my life but never a POET!.

        I never realised just how cathartic writing Poetry could be and whilst my writing may seem at odds with my character I do feel a little better after finishing each one.

        Dave

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