Focus… Unfocus… It’s Always There, Like A Thorn In The Tender Underneath Of Your Tired and Battered Soul

That ‘Puncture Wound’ no longer weeps…
but, it aches, like rack-broken bones
stretching past life regression-like
through the dawn of each new, cold morning
and out onwards into incalculable eternity.
The ‘Cracks’ of your soul are too deep to fill,
the ‘Hollow’ and ‘Hunger’ of your fractured heart
will never be sated by the tricks and lies
of ridiculous bedtime fairy stories.
Whilst the truth of common sense and reason
battering-ram your consciousness
into a bleak and stark acceptance.
‘Pairing’ did not halve your problems,
but doubled and made them worse.
Upon an unrequited ocean of emotional refugees
… you row alone,
… against the tide,
… with a broken compass.
Two thirds through your last bag of ‘Hope’
and with the teeth of your ‘Lost’ mind either gritted
or chattering at the moonless ‘Horror’ of it all

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books Scribblings Of A Madman (Lit Fest Press); Poetry From The Nearest Barstool; and a split poetry book The Raven And The Vagabond Heart with Bethany W Pope. You can also read his poems and stories here! Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul’s website.

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