Walk away like yesterday.
You walk away like yesterday was just another quest for tomorrow.
Tomorrow the rainbow of grey, none colours and perforated party strings.
Broken diamonds, crisp shards of fake zircons and ghostly screams.
Hellish abundance like lucifer himself lit that Christmas tree, skull baubles, blazing faces of disgraceful misplaced, heart shaped coffin cases, like lost loves to cigarette burns where the mark heals but the place still burns.
Oh please, you walk away like yesterday was just another quest for tomorrow.
Goodbye walk the road with both your happiness and sorrow.
© G.P Williamson 2017