Thursday, March 03, 2016

New Poetry by Robbie Coburn

Night Walk

I am not thinking, or walking for any reason

though I calculate these steps.
the madness in me
is breathing

in the silent hours
I see the air 
does not belong to anyone, lost
against the freezing skin
I am still not tired enough 
to sleep.

and if my blood runs 
it is not accidental 

from where I am standing 
the damage is immeasurable

no one on the road at 4am 
to the cars approaching.

- Robbie Coburn 2016

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