Tuesday, 8 October 2013
Unforgiving the forgotten,
We meet again my unknown stranger companions.
Last night was untouchable, hardly breathable.
I've come through it by a thread of string. I made a positive from a negative and yet struggle.
I've cried tears in public: in taxis, on busses and shoulders.
The conclusion will kill me slowly.
Kept away from the light this burden will lay, wrapped with warmth and pain.
When it hatches?
Time will tell whether it shatters or death will prevail.
Until we meet again another night.