Dusk

                                                              

Town was buzzing

the band was playing

people everywhere smiling

it was good to see

The only dead-pan looks

were on the faces

of the homeless

and the Jehovah’s Witnesses

I watched the people go by

from the comfort of the cafe

my camomile tea

my only companion

No rush to leave

I go about my day

in complete silence

my eyes grew heavy

I need sleep

I need to switch off

I need to think about

nothing for a while

Prose pours from me

but not my novel

I have lost my voice

A light within has gone

it is comparable to dusk

a life lived in dusk

I turned to writing for therapy after a long period of ill-health. I have just returned to work. I am a researcher, writer, and Mental Health Advocate.

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