Arriving

As the train pulled out of the station

I thought my heart would break,

But I still retained that inner glow

And warm feeling I couldn’t slake.

For I was walking among clouds

In a movement of regal majesty,

Because in a very short time scale

You’d made twice the man of me,

As from when I’d first seen you

There at that all night party event,

I was lost in your special magic

Like a wonder heaven sent.

*

I dream of images and thoughts

That come like falling snow,

Cascading round my startled mind

So my reasoning will go.

For I don’t know if I’m asleep

Or blindly staggering along,

A path of light shining in the dark

With a backdrop of sweet song.

–

Your Story

Everyone has their personal story

And it may seem trivial or immense,

To an unforgiving world audience

Maybe observing from their fence.

But if a story appears insignificant

To the owner it is paramount,

Whilst maybe feeling overshadowed

Their story is the only one to count.

For each individual lifetime story

However mundane or small it seems,

Will for each and every one of us

Project innermost hopes and dreams.

*

Footsteps

He is a man of constant sorrow

And no pleasure can he derive,

So he really cannot care less

If he should die now, or survive.

The world he loved has broken

And shattered into many parts,

So the grief he is enduring

Would shred the stoutest hearts.

The career he loved is now over

For you have to be fully fit,

And not pain filled and crippled

Struggling to get along with it.

An unlucky placed size ten boot

On bland ground that looked fine,

Took the life he knew in seconds

With that cruel exploding mine!

It was what these heroes feared

An undiscovered explosive device,

That could rip off skin and limbs

Or cause the supreme sacrifice.

So just how do they do this job?

If wrong moves can be your end

They say you just get on and do it

With your comrades and best friend.

Now our man of constant sorrow

Begins to get on with his life,

With support of all his family

And care from a loving wife,

Who tends his hurt and fears

Like those buried deep inside.

So slowly he starts to fight back

And regain his stubborn pride.

Of course he gets help and aid

Along whatever way he goes,

From excellent support teams

That gives help to our heroes.

Thus now he has a strong lifeline

Helping his family without fuss,

So we should all help him also

Giving thanks, it’s him not us!

*

Heartbeat

The monotonous ticking of the clock

Amplified the tension in the room,

When the man unburdened himself

There was silence like a tomb.

I had rarely been so mesmerised

As latent menace passed his lips,

So I sat motionless and captivated

For fear this seismic moment slips

Out of his trance-like confession

Being told in an emotionless mode,

Such a tale of clear possessive evil

Which on his soul was bestowed.