Tuesday, 30 April 2019

Inside My Mind

Inside my mind it's raining.
Storm winds mocking sight
That says the sun is shining.
Chaos reaches out
To stain the flowers,
Blot the colours from the sky.
An all-consuming blight,
Constrained by Handel's symmetry
And rhythmic footsteps on the road.
I hold the darkness tight inside,
Afraid to poison all
That's left of good.