Absolute
Freezing, captured; falling for a crest of a wave
To stay: in wind curling white as the crinkled lace curtain flutters
Stained with yellow time
Felled because the inside is rotten
Forgotten the impact of a decision
Lost family crying in shark fin scheme
To thin to bite the sorrow that flows from shaking legs
To grey to be bright and forgiving.
Scalding; burnt to a crisp
The long list rolls from the red roar lips
Glistening with lather left from behaving
Raving and solace only in shivering lids
Lashes dripping with hot flushes
Diary torn and tattered
Did it matter
Why do I worry: refusing to sleep
Keep on recounting the bashful moments
Before the sun went down
A burst in the door moment
A heart beat lost; never to be found
A sound: a gentle shoulder to cry on
How comes
How deep
April 27th 2017
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright
