The Look for Love


The look for love
Is do or die
The soul folds back
Into the self
Balls tight
A fist to fight
An armoured shell
In bid to save itself
From hell it digs
A ditch to dwell
In pitch of black
Where all is lack
Of colour
Longing for a song
It deafens ears
From sound around
Away from cries
Of want
It craves
Only a cave
In which to hide
The miss of missive
A defeat
So great
Drop of height
From which a fall
To certain death
In heart is sure
No starting there
To care below a
Closing of the self
From each and everything
About is down
To dusty nothingness
To satisfy an appetite
For life

© K J barr