Pat Dill, Vox Liminis


The pain I’m feeling is echoed in a seagulls cry.
What brings about this emptiness.
The garden didn’t seem as bright today
Separate emotions pull at me.
What is my purpose, my place.

What is going on in this tired mind, is there something in the water?
It can be hard sitting with myself.
There seems to be a lot more people on the streets.
Strange times.

Did someone pull back the blinds
Let the light in
No wonder the Romans put on the games
Well at least the pubs are open
Everything will be ok