A vast desolate field
Empty but for stones and souls
Serene
Tranquil
Calming
The fraught fibres of my being
Sun finally shining through
The clouds of Spring
Duffel coats being swapped
Prematurely for shorts
Everyone is smiling
As I drown, unseen
For foolishly I let myself think
We could beat the odds
An invisible blade
Slowly dismembers my psyche
Final chance, I know...
Too raw to grieve
Why did I believe
This time would be different?
