Splashes

Falling into prickled softness

from the speed of a moving train

I see no reason to continue

and then begin the cycle again.

Words fall on deaf ears,

paragraphs bleed

then turn to dust

an easy life sabotaged,

turned jaded,

a glorious spectacle

eroding into rust.

As I sink in full armour

down, into the crust

the sky cascades its thunder

— the Gods long in disgust —

and all

that I could have had

all that I could have been

all glory, joy and fountained ambition

slips through my weary fingers

your eyes, wide, looking blindly on

watching me and wondering

where it all went

so wrong,

how things transformed,

how they became so

forlorn

the answers so simple

and a thousand times made clear,

your presence felt but failing,

you were never

really here,

your footsteps through

all these bodies

of water made

no splash,

the dust undisrupted,

a ghost

lost

somewhere

in the cracks.