Figures standing still,
crack, decay, crumble –
under the weight of endless time.

Frozen on a winding  road
bereft of life, laughter and love
with the Dark ever creeping.

A colourless, speckled visage,
marred by a sullen silhouette
asphyxiated by forlorn hope.



Late this morning, I saw a world;
a world of the dream. Hazy-eyed,
a view eerie, yet terribly surreal.

I saw you there, close by me.
You held me, fingers clasped.
Gripping everlasting love.

Abrupt flood. Asphyxiated.
Falling away from what once was.
Sudden revival. I’m back…

Memories – blotched.
Feelings – sustained.
Truth – extracted.