‘at the edge of a branch
i once slipped off –
an invisible noose
held on to the remains
of my childhood –
no better than
the shoes i wore
which never really fit –
despite the distance i walked
a gloomy cloud stalked me,
mimicking my sorrow – into a reign
of seasons that never seemed to alter
the storm which weathered
the things i felt – into paper
breached by a spark lost in the wind,
farewell – damned memories’