Chilled visit imposing a broken agreement
The scent of fear strong; virulent perspiration dripping from every pore
Core belief blocked, pumping repeated resistance
A lie, a viscous internal dilemma.
Tune into the churning, chipped away, burning
Sipped in tender drips through chiselled lips
Red and sore from cold winds
Accepting real time reasons, driven by power.
Cracking glass slowly so the snapping sounds reverberate
Too late to back out
Let down, broken heart can never be forgotten
No healing, resolution lost in black contempt.
A grey street reflecting window shimmers a carved up image of tears
Still falling from neglect and exclusion.
Rampant reason to rampage and wreck
Stamped out in letters unopened.
All an illusion
A session of spoilt decisions
Pickled with onions peeled and battered.
Brown stains on paper memories
Torn and burned in fires of discontent
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 30th January 2016