Around the Block

everything is polar dark and cold

wherever my gaze settles,

my brio is shredded,

I am that lonely soul

on the night bus, desperately

clutching return tickets

from elation to despair,

being wordless, like falling

in and out of love, fearing

there’ll never be another,

emotionally tumbling

from pinnacle to cynical,

so, I peer into the black

where all life’s colour flashes

past before turning monochrome,

slowing to a trudge,

resignedly I feel all is lost

it’s no use, and then

something catches my eye

Published by grahamrsherwood