1 hour

The minutes scratch away
At the shiny surface. Flaking silver
Caught underneath my skin.

And no matter how hard I try
To shake off the spark
It always ignites,
And I'm surrounded  by the dark.

The once bright platinum,
Has now faded into grey.
And shall join the sea of
Tattered once gleaming guns
And as they are fired they fold
Lost under the new day.

Years of yearning, the constant feeling
The hurting, the hugging, the reeling
The burning.

The cutting, the craving
The running, the raving.

False gold falling from the sky,
For the first time, and everyone they smiled
But still I caught it's cold in my eye.

The tides they turned, and drowned our sense
As the mattress springs they spoke too freely
And betrayal smothered bitter consequence.

My strides, far apart, yet concerned
Walked through childhood like an adult unknown
But I know my direction has been well earned.

My first vice had been perceived,
But into classical stone I wish I had fallen,
Instead of the unwilling arms for which I grieved.

Bitter arrogance changes nothing; a mouse still a mouse
And small unimportant agony I thought had passed
But he had mislaid his trap, and caught in it a house.

Once crumbling it had fled, a contrast
Which I had not predicted.
And now it stands with a heart as vast
As any I could have hoped for.

Still some lay addicted,
The needle of naivety,
The slow heroine-death
As her eyes close constricted.

But then with a window crash
I was brought back.

Still I know you can see
The faint porcelain cracks.
But you have nothing to fear, as you're
Stronger than that.

I realised we cannot hold them too close
Precious, yet proud to baptise
Lie upon lie.

Unlike I imagined, when I let go
There was no breakage.
I had myself pinned to the wall
But cold hard bricks are no different
To the cold hard floor.
And if I fall I will rise
Of that I'm sure.

A tug of war with an invisible rope
You're the only one that's hanging on.
Nothing will happen if you release
Only the imaginary link between us will cease.

Somebody tell me
Why we all try to hold
On to something so free
Just because we are told

That it will hurt unless controlled
But from what I have learnt
When something is burnt
It doesn't have to stay cold.

Somebody tell me
Why we all think
That once it's over, it's over
When everything's on the brink.