Deliverance – a Brexit Tale

In the corner of a dark place

Hangs a head in dire shame

Turning over a life’s worries

Taking on all the mounting blame

A cranial void of no solutions

Black as tunnel light can be

Wondering where the chances went

Expected them to be for free

Starting on hearing known voices

Coming far from pointed light

Shaking out from the deep despair

Given hope of final respite

Unhinged doors burst in on him

A figure stands within the frame

Smiles exchanged, bursting wildly

A bullet lodges in his brain


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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