Stand by the window
Stand by the door
Stand by the road
Stand by the shore
Puzzle at the colours
Puzzle at the bends
Puzzle at the sounds
Puzzle at the ends
Dreamily lurking cold
Rug up feel cold
Feel shivering spikes
Feel deep down its not right
Not as it should be
Queer how afraid
Ought we be
What ought we think
At night in the darkness of the sea
Do we use it to fill us up
Keep our inside full
And our hearts cold with fear
Sit feel the jarring quality of concrete
Sit still and listen to sounds you won't understand
Sit and wander in your head and into the sky
Sit close your eyes now open them
There you are
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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