Words are a blunt tool

So I’m trying not to read

In between the lines

I knew words could hurt

I have learnt that saying none

Can hurt just the same

Putrid mist drifting

Across derelict mudflats

Enclosing house boats

The underbelly

Seedy sleazy squalid stench

I plan my escape 

In my tired mind

Peeping out from the darkness

Into your bright eyes

‘Cross the Atlantic

Carrying harsh winter storms

Filing up my eyes

If this world should end

And leave me all on my own

I would feel the same

Tired and restless

As I wonder what is left

Is it afterwards?

Floating through darkness

And every wasted momement

Is filled with regret

Through dirty windows
Low winter sun blinds my eyes

The heart ever dark

Fragmented palace

Fireflies illuminate

An enchanted dream

Sand through my fingers

Our lives slip slowly away

Like rain to the sea

A tree without leaves

A sky without sun or birds

And me without you

As autumn leaves rot

And summer memories fail

So this too will fade

Like an empty shell

Discarded on a bleak beach

Washed up and useless

Twisting and turning

Through holly and hazel leaves

Tightly coiled spring

Driven by harsh winds

Tossing and turning in sleep

Like a stormy sea

Between warm currents

And the cold winter sea spray

Somewhere there is you

Like a dripping tap

Slowly filling me with doubt

Every time I try

Now I am empty

Shouting into the darkness

The whispering light

Morning frost crystals

Slowly growing through the night

Reverting to dew

Now we are complete

Everything in its right place

Now at last we rest

As memories fade

So slowly we drift away

Into the darkness

Sunlight falls between

Branches in the western sky

And the greener grass