Year by year anguish consumes me,
Defeating the drift into hazy memory.
Corroding my soul, weakening my spirit.
You were my future now lost forever.
Well- remembered anecdotes echo endlessly.
My anguish is coloured scarlet
Etched in molten rivers of tears
Flowing into a hardened shell, which is my heart.

With utter fulity I live my life
My anguish marches on a parade ground of, “What ifs?”
Throwing up embittered dust, destroying my mind.
Dust that chokes my throat and blinds me
My heart marches onwards indifferent to pain.
Marching to a beat from another age
I am unburied though nothing is left except
Eternal anguish.

(Chris)