SIGNPOSTS
I never forgot the Signposts
Ghosts within my mind.
A hint of direction
A road a precipitous climb.
A route to perhaps Nowhere,
No distance in miles was shown.
No map, no compass bearing
No lines upon the road.
A narrow gutted mud track
Leads to swampy ground.
Continue through the mire and marsh
Till firmer ground is found.
Coming to a junction
The signpost twists around.
It's base rent asunder
Lies shattered on the ground.
Left is Right
And Right is Left
No Centre to be found.
There doesn't seem a way to go
I'll just lay down and DIE.

                                            
 

Instinct nudges forward
To follow a bitter track
To drown the Pain and Sorrow,
Allow a pause some slack.
I assign power to reason,
Escape and don't come back.
Reason loses courage
Anchored by impos-ed Chains.
Get back
Get back upon the Track
Till time to try again.
Return the Venturing Spirit
The time is right to Go.
Move on
Move on, move forward,
Directions maybe to find,
For who knows what SIGNPOSTS
Are buried in your MIND.

 ​From I’m Not a Bloody Label                                ©G.Myerscough

Cage of Dreams Part IV
 
It didn’t just happen in a day
The day of enlightenment that
I thought might be
From poor to riches overnight
Another myth, the last perhaps
Fast fading in a lightening sky
Clouds and rain
Thunder and calm
Brightness and lightness
Tingling freshness
Part of a process
That’s Me
 
                                                                                                                      From  I’m Not a Bloody Label
   ©G.Myerscough
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