Siren Singing

You would not let me write. You do not support it. You do not understand it. You would steal time with moods childish tantrums endless cups of coffee cigarettes smoked like obsolete steam train. You would be my chain and ball I Prometheus Bound heart eaten out day and night by craven of cowling despair siren singing plied pity song to founder lost souls upon destruction rocks counting skeletons former adventurers. Who journeyed upon odyssey culminating upon these fed isle wreck shores rib caged despair broken dreams? Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in February 2010 on the 16.2.2010.