Cradle me in my suffering
Breathlessness in my crying
Waves crash on my walls
Took a second to break it all
Before you turn into a stranger
say it one more time you do
Misty self image
I’m starting to forget
Slivers of courage remains
I carry it in an open casket
The journey of remembrance
is now one of survival holding on
The man I was has returned
The shapeless blur that hides itself
He floats in the world in between
No home to stay, he lives in dreams
She invades them often, no defences left
The cause of pain, self inflicted apocalypse
Smoke words every day. 
Oooh … dark, indeed!
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I’ve found that’s my process too. If I’m not ready yet, it’s staying inside.
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