tonight
A good day, a fine day indeed, but
still broken glass behind my eyes
still finding its end is hard is alone is hard
still every night is hard
Accepting there are no answers
(none unludicrous)
doesn't ease this living
doesn't become eased untouched
Sometimes it's easier or less hard, but
tonight exhausted unphotographed it hurts
tonight a howl is rising
but silent, unshared, muffled by wine
Enclosed…
6th June 2016
