Clubbed to death

bludgeoned,

Life suddenly cut short,

The motive well

is unknown,

Perpetrator still not caught.

Nature's transformation,

As the hills

woods,

and glens

are shepherded into

their seasonal

changing rooms,

each coming

out

entirely

unrecognisable.

Blood clotted tissues,

Full of blood

clotted

tissue,

I find

myself

waiting,

In the

waiting room....

Again.

I don't like

you

this

conversation,

My mind

flits

away

like a disturbed

fruit

fly,

Then I miss

your

comment,

Trouble returns,

Rewind

repeat.

Friday is upon us, our hearts of full of glee, what wonders will the weekend hold, we'll have to wait and see

Cuts in the clouded sky

reveal flashes

blue,

Like moth riddled bed sheets

I see the world beyond,

and it me.

Am I looking out

or they in?

Such silken threads,

bare like my

skin.

Before long,

too long

grey returns

and my mood

as night

darkens.

It was never meant to be

so

black.

Stare downward, keep on looking,

Be sure you do not miss,

The silent thoughts and secrets

of my mind, in the abyss

What's hidden far beneath us,

What lies there underground,

Appears at night so silently,

A silent death we've found

Flickering

wick,

Burning

quick,

Candle

light,

Versus

night

I'm off to my new local,

I'll likely have a drink,

Perhaps I'll grab some food too,

Or perhaps just sit and think,

I love having a local,

A place where I belong,

Where I'm happy just to be me,

At the local, nothing's wrong.