Tuesday, 12 January 2010

December 2009 scrap

Can’t shake this sadness
It’s not just tiredness this time
It’s the coldness beside me, the embrace of the night
Syntax for company, voice muted shouting for attention
Smile getting more brittle with every waking hour
Every spoon of sugar in every tepid tea
So much to work for
So much to savour
But right now
These sensations just aren’t sweet enough

Taking blessings for granted
Maybe just corrupted by the things I’ve tasted
Hours wasted picturing cherubic faces
Proxies for contempt with self
Crooked mirror shoots light to the crevices
The square ones could never reach
But a mirror isn’t a key
Anymore than two snowflakes can ever be the same

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