Woke up from drunken bliss

To a dark red sprawl

Urban lights illuminate the hall

Flat: black, empty

small 

 

Flat: white stained walls

The laughter of my soul

Fills that feeling, cannonball

Ripping through

my chest

 

In this brick maze

Drunken haze

From the cliff edge of my heart

Rejects

it all 

 

I walk: rather like to go

To mountains and sea

Take my chances

Just

to be 

 

Ah! But not so far away

Mother Nature sways 

And she calls me

I can 

hear 

 

(come what may)

 

The rocky shores and lore

Have turned to ash

In a dirty cup

Flat: black, empty

small

 

~ G McK