Comes and Goes a Day

            The rim of a hat tilts silently towards me

While a kai-bosh batters my thoughts,

And my head banging wall is dented so violently

And tickles of torture trickle streams of blood;

Fatigue holding tight like a noose from

A snakes ardent enquiry,

            And there’s the life-form sat in a pan.

            Emotion discharges the creation,

But I’m holding on, holding on,

Holding on as best as can but it’s no use!

And this love for my wife is ashen and grey

            As hurt;

We’re sitting in silence for an unborn memory,-

A child so precious of time,

And I’m clinging on

Clinging on

Clinging on.

            A day comes and goes,

And this motivational loss grieves like a bastard,

Heaves all my weakness

And then there’s your love,

And my tears remain private and sorrow;

Unpacks a suitcase of wishes

For an extended stay,

And this heart,

            Creaks like an old ram-shackled hut,

While strain seeks to implode on our being.

Michael J Waite – 25^th November 2010. 0211hrs.