Its been one of those years

Another made up word for a title, but I failed to think of a word that fits…

Once I guided every word that I said Every action I took clear and never misread. Controlled and produced a thousand perfect poses Just to give her a taste of a life built of roses… 

Our stranger walks Lowered head, shoulders stooped Eyes fixed on no point but down Tasting a bitterness we cannot know Carrying a load we cannot bear Walking a path we cannot trace He walks on… 

Is it wrong to apologise for reacting in fear When you’re stood on the top and the edge is too near Is it wrong to say sorry for reacting in haste For screaming at someone… 

Feelings have a way of letting themselves be known… Sometimes its best to hide things until you’re sure, sometimes its best to shut up and keep things locked away. I decided that I had to… 

Needed a break from work… and a conversation inspired this one

waking suddenly alone Such distance forged between us; both inches of cold impassable bedsheet, Rumples impossible to ascend. No hiking equipment with which to assist my journey Failure; through lack of preparation? Embarking anyway, believing… 

Reaching from the corner Enormous crushing hands Grabbing, holding, restraining Constricting and stiffening Belonging not to animal nor creature No childhood monster reaches forth No disembodied evil apprehends Yet reaching from the corner Curling fingers… 

First in a while – another txt poem I never sent…