26th July 2018.
Yes it was falling apart.
The world was dark.
It left terrible cuts and marks.
Out went the sparks.
I revved the carts, watched them motor on,
Saunter over a hill and nearly gone.
I became the father talking to the son asking “Dad where’s the rainbow gone?”
In wonder I pleaded deceitfully release me.
Smile to a categorically stitched up heart all full and complete with spare parts.
The soul yearns.
Bible tattered ribbon.
Adding logs to a fire when I can’t stand the burn.
Will I ever learn?