Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 9th of August.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 9th of August.

The shadows talk in
Murmurs.
No more
Than rumours in the dark.
Seeping through walls,
Slipping between the cracks
In my soul.
Haunting my waking,
Tormenting my dreams
With their
Temptation,
Of other.

The easy way
Is to fall.
For the drop
Is a chasm
That opens at my feet.
Each time the hot
Bite of memory
Burns its truth
Into my heart,
And the bitter taste
That coats my tongue
Is sated, by
The cheap toss
Of alcohol,
I die a little.

Out of nowhere
The softness of your skin,
The smell of you,
Brings me
To my knees.
And the beauty
Of this pure thought
Brings peace.
The darkness recedes,
Into another day,
When, with luck
The sun will
Lead me home,
To you,
Once more.
And all will be well,
Time will tell.