Focus… Unfocus… It’s Always There, Like A Thorn In The Tender Underneath Of Your Tired and Battered Soul

by Paul Tristram / October 29th, 2017

That ‘Puncture Wound’ no longer weeps…
but, it aches, like rack-broken bones
stretching past life regression-like
through the dawn of each new, cold morning
and out onwards into incalculable eternity.
The ‘Cracks’ of your soul are too deep to fill,
the ‘Hollow’ and ‘Hunger’ of your fractured heart
will never be sated by the tricks and lies
of ridiculous bedtime fairy stories.
Whilst the truth of common sense and reason
battering-ram your consciousness
into a bleak and stark acceptance.
‘Pairing’ did not halve your problems,
but doubled and made them worse.
Upon an unrequited ocean of emotional refugees
… you row alone,
… against the tide,
… with a broken compass.
Two thirds through your last bag of ‘Hope’
and with the teeth of your ‘Lost’ mind either gritted
or chattering at the moonless ‘Horror’ of it all

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 29th, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.