I find myself again
struggling to comprehend
decisions made
truths never spoken
the life clock is closing in
nearing three minutes before
a new day begins
the doomsday bell is
calling me
I insist I am
innocent
the blood you see
is mine
I stand by the chosen path
though lonely roads await
my feet afirmly planted
on soils of old
albeit cold
I find a way
to manage
evil the fluids contained
the metal string wrapped
a foiled neck
a foiled plan
sobriety lost
once again
uncooked, the virgin shape
sustenance for
wandering souls
hiding in shadows
cast by the moon
void the light
darkness crave
a sacrificing hand
each page
as the moon needs
crying eyes
to wax
the poet
setting words
alight
Rapid fire from
a squirting pen
the bleeding a
gush of red
seeping through
cracks in
unfinished sentences
widening
swinging both ways
I pass
urgent urgent
stay away
I approach
bat in hand
swinging randomly
the thief
the rapist
the power seeking
stretched prone along
the trail I’m leaving
behind
with the passing of seasons
more frequent than before
colour blindness creeping in
when judgement calls are done
well defined truths no longer
stands the moral highground
the scrutinising committee
bypassed time after time
the pockets filled with
cover ups, a tippex rarely
used, two cans of white
spray paint- gloss and matt
up my sleeves
but worst of all the filter
I keep inside my head
only letting out the truths
I am prepared to face
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: little white lies
drinking to feel less
drinking to feel more
drinking to awaken
all those slumbering thoughts
numbness wanted
numbness be gone
madness reigns
in this intoxicated
soul
I hope you realise
without me saying
explicitly stating
I LOVE YOU
that I do in fact
love you
my heart has no way
to say otherwise
my head carries doubt
at times questions
it’s own sanity
but it finally comes to terms
with that which is
you
and fall in line
with the rest of me
which is only
longing for
You
