My eyes are seeing, but they are not looking.
I heard, but I didn’t hear.
Doing had left
Inactivity was right.
Treacle has floated my body, I am drowning in air.
Devils were playing sweet harmonies, the angels were liars.
Hell was beautiful with its sweet glowing fire, Heaven was a
disco of silence.
© Isobel Knight
2012
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