The Air

Cold to his heart

Biting memories prey

Harbouring hellhounds

Lurking begging to stay

Flashbacks hovering

Blocking hope's way

Never really knowing

Turning, looking away

Alone on his boardwalk

Confessions in disarray

Tempting wind's nerve

Escaping beyond the bay

Wintry musings account

When drink went astray

Never caring or accepting

Staggering from day to day

His cohorts willing, nearby

Many having moved away

Wayward spirits ease his pain

Drowning fears wanting to play

Reflections fading out to sea
Never caring for his dismay
Stubborn unmoved by tears 

Unable to change or weigh.


...

Edwin James