Leather Bound Memories

You wore grey

On that blissful day

Your love cut like a knife

A handful of rain was all I gave

As you held my hand so tight

Just leather bound memories


Our lives were grey

On that frightening day

I feared for my new wife

We waited for fragmented time

Magic and loss returned your life

Just leather bound memories


The future was grey

On that fateful day

Into your wide arms I fell

Abuse and pain ate through my brain

Forty-three years of a living hell

Just leather bound memories


The sky was grey

On that moving day

Into Alice’s hole you stumbled

The snap, the break, the huge mistake

In chaos the dead spirits mumbled

Just leather bound memories


Your dress is still grey

On this broken day

Like Lennon’s dream recalled

A Revolution 9 as I sip the wine

And remember these times before

Just leather bound memories


Poem: Waking

No Time to Think

The mist of morning cloaks the field
The dead of calm
The blackness of the night

The dawn of day breaks gently
A faint glimpse of fear
The greyness of the night

The faces of dreams dance away
The terror of the dark
The sickness of the night

Memories of mistakes go slowly
The hand it holds on
The stillness of the night

The song of birds call onwards
To brave another day
The bleakness of the night

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Poem: Depression

No Time to Think

The black veil advances
Cutting out the light
The smoke of day draws in
Dimming all in sight
The blanket haze envelops
Blurring edges of my plight
Dim memories are created
Nothing now seems right
Dark forces are advancing
Forcing hope to flight
The wind howls like a hammer
Who can resist its might?
The emptiness inside me
As the day it turns to night

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