This Is My Spark, Where Embers Remain Poem by Craig Turner

Uncertain tides encompass my feet,
When getting by gets old,
Under the sand buried deep,
Go the secrets untold
When history repeats,
Whilst your feeling cold,

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.

Standing oblivious,
Blank to the world around,
Colours evaporate within each other,
Never to be discovered,
The prickly feel on your skin,
Blend in where the backgrounds begin.

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.