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


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  • Goldfinch60

    That day may be bad but be assured that the light is always there for you, just turn back towards it.

    • The Retired Bloke

      Just writing about it was the only therapy I needed.

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