More re-posts...

This one I wrote after looking at my rosted and realising I wouldnt see her for over a week. She lives so close to me but it may as well be a million miles and a million years away.

A tyranny of time, Of distance away,
How long must I wait to see you again?
A week, a day, an hour too long,
A minute too much, I need you now.

I guess this is self explanitory, someone I knew and the sudden realisation of what could have been.

In these years gone by, do you think of me?
The way I think of you?
Was I so blind, could I have seen?
You cared for me, I was a fool,
Could see not, that was given to me,
To realise now, just what I have left behind.
As this talon tears at my soul,
I realise you thought of me,
Much the same I still think of you,
Where can you be?

Inevitably I start to think too much, backpedal into the darkness I have spoken of. A place where the terrible things I have done for my country wait for me, the heart ache, the fear and the eternal loneliness. I end up writing a POS like this,

Heavy dark cloud hurries across the leaden night sky.
Rain drums its incessant medley high on the sloping slate roof,
Accompanied by murmuring rivulets of water rushing for the stream.
Above, a beam of light cuts a mournful swathe through the scudding gloom,
Piercing out from the enigmatic white tower, guiding and strong.
Lightning flashes, momentarily revealing the barren landscape,
As thunder rolls sullenly across the dank sky.
I sit and watch as the candle light reflects its macabre dance in the breeze,
A deep soulless sigh escapes my quivering body I shudder,
I close my eyes, as a lone tear falls to dash itself against the cold floor.
My mind awash with your image, oh, how I wish you were here,
Hold me in your arms, warm gentle caress chase away this storm.
Return a summer’s day of my soul,
Peaceful with your love.

This is not a good place to be.
AJ.