If all these seas were beached,
If all I saw was lost,
If all windy sails reached,
Who will harbour the cost?
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Chill.
Gripping wounds. The endless tomb.
Broken crosses. Unkept promises.
Search the field, autumn rot.
Here lies the sword, drenched.

"Eve" a call reaches for,
Heard.
A short walk
Ignored.

Darkness, horror
Broad daylight,
Throat killer.

• 10/06/2018, Culverdon

I walked the fiery darkness into my last farewell,
Stealing stones from my path
Bid the road goodbye.


I sulked the bitterly laughter under my mask won’t tell,
Ripping bonds from my heart
Sacrament of life.

​​​- 04/11/2014, Gisborne​
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