Stubbornly Dragging The Broken Past In Front Of Himself, Again

by Paul Tristram / November 5th, 2017

He has a busted nose
from twice bumping into Yesterday,
earlier on this very morning.
Those restless ‘Dogs’
inside his backwards looking head
will not ‘Lie’ nor ‘Sleep’
for a moment.
Should be picking himself up
and getting on with the day, really,
yet, he would suicide without her.
Since they cremated
her once argumentative, beautiful bones,
he’s lost all meaning outside of memories.
It’s the Past which keeps him
half-warm in the wee hours…
hope and future planning
don’t even come into it.
Feeds and cleans his frail body
when he can and must…
it’s within his museum-mind
where any real living happens.
He’ll see her again soon,
he just knows it…
awaken from this cold Winter
once more to her warm Summer smile.
He’s not bitter, envies no one
and pays no mind at all
to the people and nonsense around him.
For these days are but a Test
and each passing one
a sure step closer…
to her open loving arms of gentle, Forever.

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’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 5th, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.