The Retired Bloke

Lost Sparkle

Storms on a sunny day

Flooding my emotions

With darkened skies

Clouds wanting to burst

To relieve uncontrollable pressure 

The measure of which 

I cannot easily convey 

The weight of expectation 

Pressing down on my burdened shoulders

It demands  attention but I can only ignore

I turn away from the light

Towards the magnetic misery 

Of a soulless existence. 

Frightening in its solitude

Each single source of inspiration 

Stamped out like an out of control firework

A fading glow a lost sparkle