When My Own

Windblown new beginning

Going down in flames

Responsible for your happiness?

When my own?

Soft landing, pillow case

Sheets strewn like shards of glass

orgasmic, climatic, frustration, disappointment

Mine is blown

Fallow fields, nothing grown

Blood and sweat, cum and gone

Shade and water hard to find

Cannot make it home

You've had your say

Find another way

 I've already gone

Out on your own

Tears squeezed sponge dry

Suck it up, more to come
Callous fingers working thread

Close wounds stitched up tight

It's just today

A simple pain

No alarms, no alarms, no alarms

I'll be ok

I will stand, be a man

Take control of this life

Direction, decisions, destinations wiser

When my own

Roger H. P. Clark

The Necromata