Testimonial
These are the grey days
When the skies of our minds
Are perpetually overcast
When the books we read
Are filled with blank pages
By anonymous authors
When the clocks that mark
The passage of time
Don't have any hands
When we ride on buses
Only to return
To where we started
When we listen to songs
That all sound the same
Bursts of white noise
When we hear voices at night
And find it's us talking
To someone who's not there
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
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