As the emptiness cloaks you in robes of loneliness and you sit in the dark, rocking back and forth to the beat of your own heart, its rhythm filling your ears like a distant midnight train clattering over tracks of pain, do you pray to your God ?
Sobbing out tears that shudder through your core as you stare out of the window into some distant world, memories coiling themselves around your soul like the spirit of some ancient snake, is it then that you pray to your God ?

APPLICATION FORM
Once I was in love.
I loved love.
Wanted to serve it.
Loved it when it functioned good.
Then it fell apart.
My heart is merely cardiac.

If you heat it slowly,
Give it a gentle simmer
Somewhere in the future,
may dwell a subtle glimmer.

If I look in the mirror,
I see no future love,
The mirror may be my security.
Can only visualise it,
from own imperfect point of view.

I am not a pessimist,
my glass, always half full.
Looking at the situation, as I stand,
I am nobodies loving fool.
On top of that I'm lonely,
but, I stash that as my secret,
I'm such a stubborn ****** ***.
A ****** *** all full of class.
I jest, In fact
I'm just a very loving,
poetry writing pest.
(c) Livvi

Too late to laugh,
too late to cry,
too late to love,
too late to die.

Those endorphic nights,
wrapped like snakes,
Shared blood in one soul,
we made our promise, carved it in stone,
now it just cuts me down to the bone.

Played our end game, created the path,
‘mongst the spirits, grasping rain,
midnight tears so cold and alone,
It will always cut me down to the bone.


© H V Swan