Everything* seems dark
This must be the end

I never believed that I would have made it at this point,
That thin line between fate and destiny.
Somehow it feels like my life and I aren't joint;
Like this life does not belong to me.
Controlled by something known to be bigger and just,
Our choices we own, cause what we reap we will sew,
But at the end of the day our bones are going to turn to dust,
And that's the only truth we will truly ever know.
At the crossroads, left, right, up or down,
One side holds vipers, Tigers, bears and toads,
The other three holds all of the best things that could go wrong;
The future is one crystal orb we can not hold.



   Jonesy 2017 ©

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I see her beautiful shape
laying still and quiet in our bed,
sleeping form curled around the pillow
on which I left my scent.
But I am a self made Ghost
and I saw her cry all day.
I am a shadow and feel nothing
and I left her because I loved her.

So I died,
by my own hands,
maybe soon,
she will understand.

I never deserved her, she deserved more,
so I showed myself to the leaving door.
Inside the darkness had begun to call,
step over the edge and start to fall.

Bereft of life, she found my shell,
screamed at me from the depths of Hell.
Tears streamed in gushing torrent
expressing a grief I did not warrant.

So in the ether I pen this note,
words can no longer leave my throat.
I left my love to set her free,
I couldn't keep her bound to me.

And whilst she gazes at my picture on the shelf,
may the Universe bless her not to blame herself.


© Pagan Paul (18/08/17)