Darkness

What do you do when you feel lost? 

Floating in the haze of 

days passing like a  

desperate river on a search 

for Nowhere. 

An angel with silver stars instead 

of gold, 

or pavements with cracks lining 

its coffee in the morning memory. 

A heart flutters within, 

turning the cogs to carry on 

and break a pasture feeling 

to see the city lights - 

but the city is oh so disappointing. 

I’d cry but I have no 

energy, 

I’d tell them that good enough is what 

I capsize, 

jolting my way across the waves 

like a seaman’s bride. 

Something secure crumbles at your feet: 

there must be more than this.