‘Break A Leg…’
Time to seek the void inside me, Terror’s face grown risible, Time to speak to one beside me, Long ignored—invisible. Time to shed this mask of graces, Trust the wind to dry each tear, Time I bedded Death’s embraces, Truly—what is there to fear?
Dorsington, Warwickshire April 22, 2011
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form without this notice being attached. Thank you — Felix Dennis