Miscarriage - Poem by Jeremy Horsford

I cry tears of sorrow, at the thought of the distance...
the distance between our worlds;
the distance increasing with each passing breath as reconciliation seems a dream,
whilst reality creeps in the shadows,
reminding me of yet another example of failure.

I yearn for a life of infinite sleep,
where reverie is a constant,
pouring from the pool of imagination,
remaking the wonders of mystery.

We are made for this earth,
but not for each other.

The painful realisation of our condemned future repeats it's tune daily,
as amnesia proves an unsuccessful remedy for heartbreak.

The cracks in my smile resurface,
as the joy of misfortune takes hold of my heart and
my inner enemy is fuelled yet again by my tears.

I am nothing but dark skies,
with an ever reducing moon to guide me through your bony labyrinth to deliver my message,
"Is now forever"?

The darkness in my soul spreads,
consuming corners beaming with light and hope,
highlighting the truth behind my feelings.

I look to you attempting to substantiate hope...

A final flash engages the darkness,
only to discover the fuel for resurgence has depleted.