Incessant walks through these same holes
Contrary positions for taking control
the lesser dreams that create such, bespoke
and all that is flaccid, juice less, broke.
Communication it is not fair,
and talking about it I do not care
to be left alone to pick any scab
and in this our cave the emotions grab
Whatever wields this classic role
I do not care, when I’ve come to this old
these ways of working I’ve seen before
its the same as also, just that bit slower
Rich drips of experience, lists of youth
Timely coincidence and dark fits of truth
Never to last in emotion’s deep wallow
The hard filled clues find it difficult to swallow
To be this bitter is reasonably correct
when given to the joyless tastes we erect
We founder still at the first real chasm
As flung feelings clutch and the heart climbs spasm
© 2008 Ken Simm.
Something lost in the dark.