Perforated by every new loss.
Each segment offered to waiting crows.
When will light shine back through?
All this grey is driving a wedge between versions of you.
Mood darkening like a maelstrom.
Before long an eruption akin to a bomb.
Levelling any progress you might have made.
Emotion turned in an enemy.
Bleeding out where you wanted to be.
Savage tongues lashing day and night.
Judgement delivered from those who swear they are right.
Forging charges against your name.
All these accusations are crushing your claim.
Obliteration does not have to be your legacy.
Dosing high but feeling weak.
All this negativity continues your grief.
Polarising sense into extremist mentality.
Grifter from what was once a beacon of integrity!
Lying ruined in the bottom of a pit.
Funnelled conscious until you did quit.
Waste of soul that got twisted inside.
Battered as if life was never meant to have you on the ride.
So now callous is all that breathes.
Then where you walked you left only disease.
And your termination came just a little too late.
Bending knees before your grave.
Remembering when you were not brutality’s slave.
Fair soul with a shining heart.
Eyes that could lift any mood into a positive ark.
Sad to know those days are gone.
That no longer will that torch be shone.
Yet we will espouse what came before your coming undone.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 