(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

A 3-D Object In 2-D

Lost in the fog
of my great expectations

I sit

like a wretched
Punk Gothic
Miss Havesham

dressed in the rags
of what might have been

& what

My heart
a hurt

I nurse

grief greedy
as a suckling child

clasped upon
my breast

eating it’s way through to my heart.

Chained by the cobwebs
of loneliness

to this


that won’t be

A mirror
captures my reflection.

An animal
I howl.

The moon disowns me.

Eaten alive
by candlelight
& shadow

the flames
inviting me

to dance

once again.

by Dónall Dempsey

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