One Hundred Days of Solitude
...David's performance of his poem...
© David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved
Losing track of everything
Losing track of time
Losing every scrap of sense
Losing my mind
Did I just catch Halley’s Comet?
Or was that around last year?
I’ve been dazed and confused for a while now
Starting to fear the fear
Counting down the hours and days
To someone’s kingdom come
Twenty-four hundred hours
Of rabbits on the run
One hundred and forty-four thousand minutes
Since I last turned the key
One hundred days of solitude is quite enough for me
Losing sight of everything
Losing the goddam plot
Losing games I should have won
Lost the bloody lot
Waiting for Armageddon
Waiting for the end of time
Waiting for another bus
To the end of the line
Counting down the hours and days
To who knows what
Twenty-four hundred hours
And just what have we got?
One hundred and forty-four thousand minutes
Since I turned the key
One hundred days of solitude is quite enough for me
About the Creator
David Philip Ireland
David Philip Ireland was born in Cheltenham in 1949
David has published work in music, novels and poetry.
To discover David’s back catalogue, visit: linktr.ee/davidirelandmusic
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