Twilight

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Round, H-scored, off-white auras
saw my days bypass life.
Its anger, pain, sadness, loss.
Halcion-numbed brain cushioned
my existence, rendering it tolerable,
but foggy and forgotten.
Life is a libation pouring down chasms
opening before it, into a geriatric underworld
of degeneration, disability, decrepitude.
Those Halcyon days were my best years.
Now, I struggle through twilight gloom
waiting…
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Susan Carberry
Susan lives in NW London. Her poems are an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour, and her deep faith in God, and they appear in several anthologies. She recently published her own poetry booklet, Eternal Ephemera. Susan is a Poet in Residence to the gardeners of Roundwood Park. She reads her work for events at the City Literature Institute, and has begun writing flash fiction and short stories. She’s a familiar figure in her local cafes and restaurants, where she sits with a coffee and writes, gaining inspiration from the world around her.
Susan has participated in several recorded readings with others. Find them on You-Tube as an Anthology and Late Line productions.
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