When you sit back and have no remorse
For what you have done.
You offer this self-elated smile to the world
And let the grains of gravity
Slip between your fingers.
When you have just split a bond so tethered
That it tears and pulls apart
That scar you thought had mended,
It brings your scenery into question.
Thoughts run and swirl to cause chaos.
When you perceive your reality change,
Like a new born that has escaped
The foetus of maternal protection,
Wholly vulnerable,
You sit there with an awkward smile.
Content but with pangs of guilt.
Reminisicent of the Golden Age
But when natural forces surrended
The Olympians overthrew and banished them.
If you concentrate you can feel them -
Cool but faded evening lights flicker
Once more before dying.
Inevitably, it is soft familiar sleepy scenery
That envelopes you;
But this time you become conscious of
Oily darkness that seeps in and smothers
Those titanic efforts are thwarted
And you become afraid of the dark.
