emotional textures

Hindsight is the mosquito in the night bedroom
causing sleeplessness with the high pitched ringing
continuous, unflinching
the percolating thoughts of acid reflection
who we are, who we thought we were
my face was never a mirror to you
I had less strain, more poetic thoughts
less to remember
I had the other worldly visions of the Mediterranean
the high street of Edinburgh in icy rain
to sweep away my pain
I had high fences, easier neighbours
a tired mind, a fire burnt mind
but equally lighter visions to balance the scales
belly laughter on a lawn in summer
the birth of children to silence the voices, the haunting
ultimately I was made of a different harder material
with an ability to push away the entitled sick darkness
but you with your young kind heart
wanted to save the world.