Forfeit

I am not
afraid of the dark.

It is the light
I fear most.

For once you have stood
in its warmth
how can you go back?

All that awaits

No escape my Queen,
Your duty will always remain duty,
The wonder which slid into mundane.

A promise of the world carved out
Only to fade,
As your embellished throne
Sits hard underneath,
With threadbare cushions.

You are expected to wear it well,
Nothing less,
There is no second chance
You do this completely or not at all.

So wipe the look of disdain from your face,

No escape,

Learn to wear it well,
Do it well,
Be well,
Bury the desire for anything else.

Hiatus

Excuse me
Whilst I move to the edges
Pause the chaos
Just for a while
Then return
To battle on regardless.

This weeks forecast

Snow falls,
Covering the cracks
So that all is pristine.

A beauty which prevails,
Masking,
Hiding,
Burying ugliness.

Kept out of view
Lest you should remember,
Startle and take flight.

Yet I
Fail to forget
And carry the weight
On my shoulders,
Waiting
For a break in the weather.

Hands

I’m sorry

Sorry my hands are tied

Not dripping in blood
But covered none the less

Sorry

Sorry they fought the wrong battle
For the wrong ideals
And made no difference at all

Sorry they grew old

Like decay could prevent the crisis
Lock me down before I even began

Keep demons at bay

Sorry they are flawed

Cold and calculating
When what you deserved was warmth

I am sorry

They told you that everyday

Battle Hardy

I love how my world bends round

Like I can meet myself
Coming back

Where in those few nanoseconds
We can live in the pretence
Of now

Of a world where all is as it seems

Not hidden
Nor kept buried

Because should the truth find voice
My battle hardy soldiers
Would run screaming in terror

Or shoot themselves at dawn for cowardliness.