Searching Poem by Gerard Heathcote

Dark alleys draw my search in vain
Blind corners tax my heart and brain
Loneliness let it chance to shine
Can we switch to zero time
Once enjoyed a heat of passion
Now empty space cloaks depression

Time it keeps and preserves
Leaves an imprint on my nerves
Tramples hope stuck in dust
Trapped in time my life is bust
Fading days merge as weeks
The cat it scratches nowhere seeks

A drum beats hard in my head
A loss attached on a thread
Love’s a mountain peaks and vales
Churns the gut and life derails
No hand to guide or break the fall
The crash landing was a close call.