Communication 85

a populous contorting

a populous contorting, all principles

as beautiful as they were,

are now fading, 

I refuse to entice the wolf to my door,

these ‘half-baked’ truths 

don’t represent my choice,

and those that govern 

don’t represent my voice

where have you gone, ‘my homeland’

with your heart beating strong,

when no man of any faith

could rape you of your throne,

there was a time long ago

when your blood pumped so hard 

through my veins,

you were violence

harder than anything I’d ever known,

but then came the hunters,

travelling by night

who ravished you to the bone,

I’ve tried so dam hard

to resuscitate your message

but I just can’t do it on my own

I cannot face a future void

of vitality, I can’t live a life – ‘profound’ 

if I’m unable to circumnavigate your reality

Communication 84

agoraphobic

I’m within your walls

agoraphobic

no gaps too small

silently I’ll crawl

within inches of 

your wild eyes,

doors

they slam,

never open

bolted, unarmed,

undone,

I’m under the 

floorboards 

within inches of

your stride,

5 years and 

counting

I’ll break to stay alive

doors they open,

I’m confined,

no crawl space

too small

agoraphobic

my world 

is a wall

Communication 83

a safe concentration  

I have no reason

to carry these burdens anymore

I have no mind 

to know what for

‘myself’ was stolen

a good few years ago,

where it travelled, no one knows,

I for one will never be the same

as strange as it sounds

I felt no pain

just a brief encounter

with the bruised unknown,

no love, no laughter, no route home,

life feels so wrong,

I’ve lost my way,

there is no chorus or sweet refrain,

I’ve been subject to my misery

for far too long

there are no lyrics 

to complete my song,

to admit my downfall would be a lie,

I try and try again,

it appears misery is now my friend,

an uncontrollable flame,

impossible to tame,

it’s all so very clear now,

I’m on my own,

‘misery’ 

penetrates deep 

within the bone