Love’s Light Lost

Advent Poems Day Twenty-One


My mind on walkabout

Roaming through the possibilities

Of improbabilities

OR six unbelievable things before supper

{I do thoroughly believe}

I am lost


I find

My daily walk through

My rehearsal for life if I ever live

Has lost the lovelight of the heavens


I cannot navigate without the stars

My inner sky is clouded and dank

My stars do not shine


To compensate I have begun to form words

Out of this dark matter

Pummelled with reckless zeal

Punched with pure frustration

Bruised arthritic hands


Mould poetry

Of the most depressive kind


I am crushed

Under the weight

Of my depression


Copyright December 2013


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