Thoughts on a Train, 12th February 2015.

I saw our home
From a distance,
Once a woodland grown
For the wandering spirit
Of majestic premonition,

But, how could that be
When our dreams
Lost those days to lies
And wasted passions?

Life passed us by
And washed away hours became
Another calling, far from
Our covered hopes,

What pain came from them?
Captured and caustic,
Those still waters turn
To stagnant desires,
The loss of civilisation?

Memory should fade,
They tell me,
With each new episode,
But some carve further
Into your needs
With times subtle hand,

A blackhole
Of suffering that slows
The soul to infinity
And sins become gravity
Weighing us to nothing else,

I saw our home
From distance between two lives,
Governed by my denial
Once a woodland grown,
Now swallowed
By my failing black unknown.

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Poem © Phen Weston 2015

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