Pencil on paper

Signed on the front.

When you find it
If you find it
You will hate it

When the world condenses
And all you can feel, is the gospel of your heart
When even the morning rain now serves your god

It won’t let you go
It will tear and claw at you
It will take your mind, that solemn sanctuary

It will take its time
Perhaps more than you have
Till it’s all you ever had

Emaciated
Redundant
Hopeless

Waves of misery
Followed by more
As waves do

Yet each crest of madness glistens
And each crash calms
Receding back to blue

When you find it
Find her, find him
You’ll see for the first time

It will perpetually blossom
Immortalise the lines on which you blame the sun
And make purpose and frivolity sing their final song

It will accept you
It will give you all you need
Till it’s all you have

Passion, a vile word
Love, a beautiful lie
Truth, an admission of surrender

And truth is the only beauty
It’s the only thing you could never explain
And will never need to