Partly Father
Tricked into sandpaper chewing
Teeth grate on the fire
My Senior Service dangling from chapped and dry lips
I ponder my cousins dreams
In a silk lined coffin
Carried in sorrow and loneliness
Resigned to resting the head
it could be said for the best
A test of time, standing up for a pleasant passing
such a separate ending
Disturbed by the distant garden
That had been cared for with love and butterflies
the wind carrying the seeds ever onwards
Dribbling nonsense in tears
Falling gently in pastel shading
grouped in bunches like flowers
Petals resting on opaque surroundings
Pitched as a given believer
He left a tattooed tier of prominent events
Betrayed by a twisted nature
Destined for disaster
Lost in the space between life and the time after
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 21st October 2015
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