NOURISHED BY BLOOD WINE.
GOOD GROUND BREAKS TO GROWTH,
DAYLIGHT PIERCES MOONTIME.
ONE PATHETIC SCRAP,
SO PRECIOUS THAT
I CLUTCHED IT HARD
TO MY HEART,
FIST TO CHEST,
CLENCHED IN TIGHT.
SO BATTERED, FRAYED,
TORN AT THE EDGES,
YET STILL I CLUNG
FOR DEAR LIFE.
FRIENDS HAD TRIED
SO MANY YEARS,
TO TOUCH, REACH OUT,
HOLD IT AS THEIR OWN.
AND THEN I'D SMILE,
WARM AS KITTENS,
ONE PALM HELD OPEN,
THE OTHER A FIST.
SUDDENLY AMAZED,
AFRAID, STILL DAZED,
A GENLE HAND OF ONE
LAID SO SOFTLY ON,
WITH ANGEL EYES,
SUCH SWEET DISGUISE,
IMPLORED -TRUST.
TIGHTENED AND TIRED,
YET HANGING FAST,
FINGERS WEAKENED,
EASED THEIR GRASP
AND SLOWLY, SLOWLY,
LET IT SLIP,
WHERE GREEDY GRIPPING
TALONS CLASPING,
TORE TRUST BLEEDING,
FROM MY FEELING,
SCREWED IT UP
INTO A BALL
AND MADLY LAUGHING,
TOSSED IT AWAY,
MEANINGLESS RUBBISH,
WORTHLESS WASTE,
DISCARDED IN THOUGHTLESS,
HEARTLESS HASTE.
And you still carry on,
Potential and loving
They roll into one.
The seasons are changing,
Yet life is the same,
Whilst looking for answers
Your questions remain.
Beginnings are endings
That die for re-birth.
The circle unbroken,
For all that you're worth.
Spoke my name,
Two, still reeling,
Breathed again.
Slow-motion thoughts have closed all eyes,
Inside, the pleasured head still sighs.
