The tune’s the same, the substance not so.
Time wrinkles past my stumbling youth,
Bereft of speech,
Bereft of other life.
Tiny form dancing past the wind,
The gale behind the monster’s forceful gaze,
Energy repels from you like joy does.
You did not devise it
As you did fictitious safe-keeping.
Foolish figure screaming past the sea,
You are exhaling as you drown,
Burning as you fail to breathe,
Life force cascading anywhere but to you.
Struck dumb, you falter;
Fragile as candlelight,
Stubborn as your shadows.
You have failed;
The deadline creeps up, ticking:
What line dies?
The tightrope of a life line
You have swung from like jungle vines
And dived distantly from,
Like a boulder hitting the pacific sea.
No-one watches over you
As heat runs from your veins,
And broken melodies reach inward,
Strangling their own sound
As you suffocate promise.
Both devoid of life.
Ghostly child, come closer
To become further
No other choice remains for you;
You intertwine only with empty hollows.
No buoyancy can further your expectancy;
You intertwine only with deficiency.
Submitted by Rebecca Stenlake, UK