Is 60 years of sadness a year too many?
The weight of failure on shoulders feeling the steady crush of time
Too much to bear any further than the station,
the tracks, the 21.13 to Paddington,
Dragging behind like a ball,
a chain, a constant reminder that
you'd dreamt a life greater than this?
In that moment of artificial flight
(body in air, body on steel, accelerated to 100 miles per hour
in an instant, body no longer)
is there time for thought before darkness irrevocably falls?
The shell that failed you so completely, failed to bring you happiness, success, wealth, completeness
destroyed in an instant, unforgiven even
at the last
There is no peace tonight
No comforting darkness filled with stars,
night creatures, hope for a new dawn -
only darkness in the final sense
An ending, drowned in fear and sorrow,
punctuated by pain and then?