Latest poem now published with Freeverse Revolution..
Beginning to peel away the layers of his sanity
Was he only whole when she was there?
All his hopes, desires to do something
Contingent on another, a lover
Better to have loved for one minute than to have never loved at all, or something like that, a mis-remembered quote
She was a part of him, an extension of his consciousness
This suffering artist lark ain’t no walk in the park, it is
He’d rather be contented in the rat race attentive
agonise over words frustrated, aspirations serrated, hopes berated, a soul deflated
A beacon is shining the way to redemption, a way of contemplation, a simple evocation
Even words, his closest ally, war against him, every one an unexploded bomb
As he sprints through ‘treacle January’
Like Atlas he holds the grey clouds upon his back, lest they overwhelm him
Yet the season is beginning to change, the…
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