Winds rush out as change rushes in
Bringing fear
Bearing lust
But not love.
Clouds move in and the sun is locked out
So light fades
And tides rise
Over love.
Look from the west at cliffs that stretch east
As wind howls
And buoys sink
‘neath loveless caress.
A storm gathers above those whose life is the sea
Young vessels flounder
Whilst they sit in duress
And white cliffs fade to grey.
So I look to the fort whose walls pale yet defy
Tempestuous orders
And hurried demands
Enduring years of torment.
And I learn from them whilst she takes from me
My youth
My mind
And my love.
Then she throws me over crystal battlements
Condemned
Chained
To a lake of fire.
I waste years in bondage to this dark agony
Waiting
Still
On Weymouth pier.