Fortress

Who would dare to unveil,

Memories I cast into deepest corners of my mind,

Coiled up like tightly wound springs,

Hidden from prying eyes,

For fear of them bursting free.

 

I am a wild flowing river,

Capable of flooding this great city of life-

 

I’d sooner drown silently in the swells of sorrow,

Than make islands of us all.

 

I keep a close watch on defending my rights,

Hold a blind stare,

Through history I unwrite,

In a fortress, I guard zealously,

With violent pride, these wine-soaked days.

 

Sometimes I swipe the earth from beneath my feet,

Fall free through thin air and,

I dream of a soft pillow,

That might catch me.

 

Though there’s no comfort inside of this fortress,

Tears fall like rocks from my eyes,

The landslide of my pillow,

Fits the contours of my face, smothers me,

Seals me in my place like a sarcophagus.

 

How will you know my heart?

If not too tender to touch,

Pulsing the life through these veins,

To stand guard, over all I love and all I cannot.

Footprints in the Frost

Soft sentiments, poetic,

Heart-warming verses,

Neatly written by innocent hands,

On pristine pages of tidy notebooks,

No torn pages, no crumpled paper,

No dogeared corners, nor crossed out words,

No bend or break in the spine of the book,

With certainty, and self-assured peace of mind,

Soft sentiments, poetry,

Heart-warming verses,

They belong to a character, in a book,

I’ll never write.

 

Because I’m starving for words,

Shivering and shaking at the back of my rented home,

It’s winter at 4am,

Starlit in pinpricks of white,

Against a deep black sky,

Clear night,

The silver moon in full bloom,

Thick frost glistening, crunching underfoot,

A dog howls in a neighbouring yard,

My breath wheezes smoke rings,

That curl, drift, fade, soft into the cold air,

Like ghosts.

 

 

I wonder why I’m out here,

With you,

On a night like this where the currency of ink is all spent,

And the soul shrinks back into the landscape,

Unseen.

 

I admit you caught me out,

Whispering at solitude,

Screaming silently,

Cursing shadows,

Caught me-

 

Leaving footprints in the frost,

For you to follow,

-Before you dare lift your pen.