You left today
But the bed was already empty
You already weren't here
A quiet chasm in the house

I should be missing you now
But I already missed you
You were already gone
Leaving silent spaces like *** holes everywhere

Now I stare at the empty spaces
And wish you hadn't left
In your mind
All those years ago

When the bomb dropped
I was at the epicentre
With my back turned
I didn't see it coming.

When the sky fell
I turned inside out
And became the earth
My heart bled everywhere.

But over the hill came an army
Carrying no weapons
Their palpable strength like a mirage
Their love blinding like laser beams.

They formed a force field
Lifted me up
Filled in the cracks
And carried me.

Indestructible strength
Unequivocal faith
Infinite power
My army of love.

You work on you
I'll work on me
If it is meant to be
It will be.

If poetry is a vehicle
I turn on the engine
Move through to high gear
And take myself away

If poetry is a vehicle
I lubricate the hinges
Wash off the dirt
And chase a sunny day

If poetry is a vehicle
I exhale the toxic emissions
Put away the sat nav
And find my own way

If poetry is a vehicle
It will take me to my destination
But will teach me on my journey
To better days

I haven't picked up the pen
in quite some time

It seems as if I'm forgetting
that poetry is everything I used to be

Writing was my escape
And now I feel more than I can take

Now, I'm picking up the pen
Telling my emotions

Explaining the writers block that controlled me

I will finally start again

The trap door opened
And out flooded the light
I looked down deep
At the out of sight.

Out spilled loud emotions
And painful thoughts
And noisy truths
And out of sorts

How long had it all been hiding down there?
Suppressed and damp without any air?

I didn't want to be given the key
But now I'm going to re find me.

Our love has faded like the seasons
and yet....
It cuts deep to think of the reasons.

They are in the very corners of my brain
and like a caged animal..
I retrace steps again and again.

If spring and summer were the very best
then what....
Do fall and winter represent, the test?

But is love like a winter tree instead
.......
The branches are bare, but it isn't dead?