The alleyway Robin
Shoots me a look
it’s beady eyes an insight
Into the blocks of light
Swimming in her brain
“I’ve a penny for your seed sir,”
She tweets, head tilted
Training her sights on me
Permitting me momentary refuge
From the purgatory within
Poetry
That one sustained note
Trying to find that one sustained……..
Note……
That resonates…
With this despair
Swelling in my chest
Hindering my capacity to breathe
That one note
As a howl to the wind
Haunting this world
As I am haunted in mind
Letting go
Giving into the pointlessness
Of existence
Time like sand slipping through fingers
Running
Head first into the demons
letting go
Of resistance
Exist
The cliffs and the sea are not friends or foe
They just simply exist
If only you and I could see our lives
In such a way
As the sea erodes rocks
Our tears chisel and etch lines on our face
Longing to be remembered
But not retraced
The fall to anger
In this anger I have raged
Never to do that again
Burning fuses before the game
Incarcerating myself in guilt and shame
After the change
From hatreds summer to wilting
And falling
Walking back on moments
Trespassed
By impatience
The irony of having fallen further behind
Elephant
The redness of your cheeks as you blush
From the words you can’t, won’t say
Gives you away
As we take in this moment
Our fragility stronger than us
While the elephant
Sits at the periphery of this silence
Breath
The hush of the sea sounds like the worlds breath
Each breath a different shape
Each slotting together
like a jigsaw
Worlds
Worlds folded into words
Evolving into something
That even the man at one with pen
Couldn’t envision
Gargoyle
A Gargoyle within
Nesting under the skin
Becoming you, becoming this
Everything you ought not to be
Caught inside a scream
Taking flight
Like bats from a cave
All the illusions fall away
From the words you crave
To explain your demons away
I live in tyrannical state of mind
Why, I want to live on a secluded island
Away from everyone
So that I can feel lonely on my own
And scream “No one cares about my despair”
And not feel like an attention seeker
Because no one would be there to hear
And it’d take the burden away
Leaving me with these tyrants in my brain
Burning away at the scaffolding
Holding up my attempts at building
And I can be left within this ash and ruin
And maybe these tyrants would begin to tame
Without anymore buildings
To put up in flames
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