A day alone

A day alone
Is a gift I cannot enjoy
Tomorrow backs onto it
Like an enemy troop carrier

If, amongst friends, I should go
I act like a deep silken sunset
Falling over them
Heavy as a cannonball
Bathing them in deep red light
Until the final blanket of my soul
Darkens all inside me

A day alone
Free of the shadows buffeting scream
That is as sharp as thorns
I wait yearning for discovery
My cup – empty
My love – cup less

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012