Clinging like a leech
To my memories of you
The darkness deepens
Clinging like a leech
To my memories of you
The darkness deepens
Tall wood stacks totter
Precarious self esteem
Everything collapses
Under fine drizzle
Another damp Friday night
Waiting for summer
Underneath wolf falls
In the depth of the plunge pool
Bones worn smooth with time
Conflict averted
Yet another battle lost
I have surrendered
The older I get
The clearer I realise
How far off I am
Sometimes I forget
The fresh green smells of springtime
And I feel afraid
I am difficult
That nagging itch you can’t reach
I am the question
Where do I belong?
Am I of this crowd a-part?
No one can hear me
As the sun peeps out
Painting the afternoon red
This quiet hour