Frowning The faller finds his feet Glancing over the horizon Listening to the past Tasted, the future Nodding The stander finds his path Leaning into the winds Marching towards the goal Deserted, his past Smiling… 

I believed in fate In belief, and in faith I trusted my instincts And believed I was safe Over hurdle, through failure Past the troubles and pain I’d raise my head slowly And do it… 

I know, its an old story, and I run the risk of repeating others – I have to admit that I wrote this a long time ago, but I only rediscovered it today. It’s pants… 

Its 2am. Another sleepless night. This time, I thought I’d write about it though, of course with a little writers freedom. My partner isn’t dead 🙂 The visions are a reality though. Fear for me?

I feel cleansed Harsh rain descending Cold wind driving huge drops Minute oceans assaulting Dripping, clothes clinging Embraced by the storm A fleeting romance Ice cold hands caress Desperate arms hold tight Steel-strong and reassuring… 

What am I holding on to? What hope does cling like tar Unclean, melting onto my form Allowing impurity to stick Feathers of the mocking bird Grit from the impassible route Stuck, forever like scars… 

Some problems don’t go away, some do. But we only ever pretend to forget.

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I cannot look at you Your pleading eyes and false smile Acceptance a luxury I cannot afford Away I walk, away for a while To resent you I cannot think of you My anger rears… 

Falling rose petals of happiness How long before the stem is bare How long before the thorns alone Decorate this symbol of love As lonely here I wait Remembering your hand in mine Fingers held…