Lionheart

I have heard you roar
The quiet beating heart
Of a lion
Unleashed into time and space
To burn
Your desire into the consciousness
Of those who would
Fall at your feet and worship.

And we have watched you soar.

Me V's Irony V's Plain Tragic

Life swallowed me whole
Then spat me back out.
Which is quite ironical really
As I spend the whole of my days
Copying her actions.

Shadowing

Dark things

Hidden

Cast out amongst shadows

To live between

The crevasses we create

Beautiful in it’s perfection

Before it is exposed

Shredded

The very heart of my soul.

Leaving her mark

Torn across a universe
like two edges
who fail to meet
or knit together
and leave a raised scar
of imperfection
so God himself
can trace
the blemish we make
on his otherwise
flawless landscape.

And sit in judgement.

Dot to Dot

A thousand cuts
marked out each day,
added to,
joining dots
. .... .. ...... ....
until
they form a path
for fingers to trace.

A Pause

Six months and counting,
Time marches on
And the world continues
Unabashed; unabated.

And in that frame
A window in to your world,
Where it all went to hell.

We watched you tumble
In free fall,
Yet it was all we could do to keep up
Let alone hold you still.
9 weeks
Of losing our sense
Whilst you lost yours.
Till you hit the ground
And stopped.

I would like to say
It was the same for us,
But it wasn’t.

A pause.

Then life had to go on
Because that is what happens.

Tides are always turning

If I have left you
In every way possible,
Burnt my bridges
Without ever leaving,
Or retreated behind
Ancient battlements
Then I am sorry.
I wanted to protect;

The trouble is
Who I did it for
Changed every day.

History

Never
got under your surface

despite intense hours
of excavation

I thought you were a blank canvas
on which I could paint
I see it now

you had covered over

buried deep
all of those parts I wanted to see

a pauper in queens clothing

you let me sift in dust