Silence my self reproach
With a touch
Although I walk the path
Rather than kiss demons with my
Silver tongue to buy their silence
Sometime between one moment
And the next is a pocket of chill
A remove and those points
Sneak past my armour
Numb my soul’s feet
But put out your hand
Even Zeus needed a little
Reassurance from Hera
Not the best example
But we speak to the divine within
One another
Even when we don’t
so call my name
Fuel to the fire
Which lights my way
MB Blissett 