Weather the soul
As the dull light
Caresses the wet landscape,
My heart walks on an edge -
The grey afternoon
Arouses in me a joy -
Exultant in the dream-like,
Half-shadow world -
My heart rejoices
In the life-giving waters
Trickling from the heavens;
But the dimness begins to weigh upon me -
Ready to pull me off that edge
Into the darkness below
Where self-pity, sorrow and apathy swirl.
When I fall into the mists
The light pattering ceases to be a blessing,
And instead
I begin to find a joy in the darkness -
Things that I do
Seem hidden by the dullness -
Unseen -
I let the voices take over -
Temptations touch my flesh on every side -
Caresses become grapplings at flesh
As parts of me are torn out -
Pain and pleasure -
I let it continue -
It consumes.
I arise in the mists -
Empty...
Take me back, Friend -
Back to when I was alive
(Though somehow thought otherwise)
And I shall live for you.
© R. A. W. S. Clarke
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