I’ll hold you tonight
because miles from here a stranger died
and I’m hearing a lover’s cello wail
And it’s breaking my heart
with every precious memory
of us it brings
and every ‘what if?’ my mind swims in
And in my home town
an old man haunts
a family making a new start
and I know that he has just gone home
because he wasn’t that old
he wasn’t that old
So I’ll hold you tonight
and make my demand
on the stars and the moon
that you grow so old
and I get to watch every line appear,
'Cause I can't play cello
to express a grief so vast
and if it keeps you here forever
I swear I’ll ne
and this heat breaks
with a wind that promises
dead leaves and
smoke-filled nights
while my hair dances
wildly in the wind
once more
and a vinyl spins
faster than the earth
spins round
and the moon shines
right into this
soul of mine
and i need to be
somewhere in this
i need to wave my arms
in a raging storm
and curl up in
the smell of rain
When you drowned your own voice
crushed it down into your
fragile
8 year old
childlike frame
down into the pit where
your trauma lurked
where your nightmares recurred
hid it deep down with all your hurt
when you vowed to never speak a word
while your family prayed
to hear you again
to heal you again
in that long five years
when your precious bird song
was missing from their skies
could they ever imagine
that one day your voice
would light the hearts
of generations.
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no matter where i go, there i am
i’ll say i want to run away again
but with that urge comes
the same realisation
that i can’t run that far
no matter where i go
or how my scenery changes
i will still be there,
and the problem is i, not where,
i, with every nagging doubt
every chiding voice
that can’t be left behind
i’ve got ignoring you down to an art
it’s myself i can’t tune out
when it all gets too loud
i’ll romanticise a bench overlooking the city
to twirl and spin my woes away
a hidden dock by the water
my car parked in a shady side street
anywhere that gives that feeling
of depression lifting
in a healing montage
but the reality