Residing beyond the realms that once bound me
I’ve come to relish in the realisation more clearly:
The twisted remains, a memory,
A vacant enterprise, just dust.
Neither glory nor romance to entail
From the remnants of all that is lost.
The hollow shell, the creeping unease;
With corners and the shadows yonder.
Beyond the senses as perceived – They lie or –
There lies the spiralling notion – the wonder?
The crevice caused by day and night
In fading sense as brightness flickers.
Far away a burning line of earlier
Tends to flitter while the soundless beckons.
The vacuum, the sea sound echo,
In the emptiness a ringing enveloping.
Tightening jaw and loosening bowels compete.
Hair pricked, fear pecked, if this, the truth developing.
From an upstairs window, only desperation
A broken pane, cool air and promise –
The creak, the moan, the groan, the shuffle;
Downstairs and to escape but all this between us.
The final spurt, the tension, the ragged lurch.
The stumble; the bladder, unrelenting, pushes.
Into the yard – the broken bottles, bricks and mortar;
A mockery against the wall – false bravado flushes!