Cerebral Attack

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Scissors cut these eyes
Sever all they’ve seen
Push harder, deeper, further
Slice away stem dreams

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Delve new holes to Hades
Silver blades to black
Echoes born of memories
This cerebral attack

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Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

LESS

There’s less of me now
I dissipate daily
One emotion at a time
Falling from grace
Like a rock from a cliff
Shards of me crumbling
Just crumbling away
Less than a person
Worse than a ghost
Grey eyes dispersing a gloom
That permeates this soul

Freedom deserts me
I’m no longer myself
Walking the high wire
In concrete boots
Awaiting the plummet
Whilst watching birds fly
So far and so free
Wondering if angels do too
I’m less than I was
There’s less of me now
With never enough to save

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Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

Unless

Unless you say
How can I know

Unless you wish
How can I dream

Unless you stop weeping
How can my own heart heal

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Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.

Emotional Contraction

I curl inwards
Though no sleeping rose am I
Waiting for tomorrow’s sun
Protecting the bloom
Tighter and tighter until it hurts
Fingers curling, toes, too
A spine made willow
Bent by autumn storms
This is the life you’ve granted
Sights and sounds
Growling through the dusk
Moaning through the midnight
Weeping till the dawn
An emotional contraction
I’ll never unfurl

Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.