I have been here before Not too sure when, but living beyond the curve en route to somewhere Or nowhere knowing What’s round the bend, while Beyond the horizon Every single happening reverberates off key, yet Each smell, each noise All recognisable when the blade cuts to the quick and it does. The hurt, scars, the pain The aroma, from a pungent stench of abject failure Self inflicted, as The visible bouquet of success is the precursor the leading indicator Of failure to come, when Sparks of sheet lightning scratch The crevices, the cracks Driving each downfall known to mankind, or not Lighting the ways ahead: the long way round and circuitous short cuts. Fallacies, the deceit Abject lies of simple truths Camouflaged to the psyche As the devil of forked tongue with malice stuck in the throat Faux weeps for his flock who will return, for they do. As I make the same mistakes Time and time again No matter how many occasions I am faced with the very same situation. When will I ever learn?
Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. Of late, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.