Outside
Outside a sky of blue is fading in and out of grey
Inside a crimson sky is dawning all throughout the day.
The senses numbed as defences succumb
To dread fear of revolution
Beneath the sun we’ll have our fun
Turning cycles in evolution.
Creation destroys the age old toys
Of wood nymphs, their forest homes
Relations coy fulfil no joy
When I’m chewing on the bone.
Alone! Alone and never grown
In seeking love so far from home.
And here I remain
A King without a throne.
poem by David Lacey
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