All those feelings
Of elation
Expectation
And such
Are buried in a pit
Of melancholic
Painful sludge
Buried where the eye cannot detect
And deep beneath
A layer laid
To protect
Buried where a tepid heart at best
Pumps a solemn beat
Of slow regret
But know throughout
And round about
This barren wilderness
And lack of worth
And hopelessness
The slightest wick
Excited
Ignited
Will unearth the hidden mirth
21st July 2021
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l