Protoplanetary nebula.

the shadows drop and
the darkness sets me free

I am instantly aware
of the light
shining out there

the security of insecurity deserts me,
but in denial, I file a
complaint to the
shifters and shakers,
the makers of mayhem
I blame them
for it all.

‘She loves me, she loves me not’,

I got a bunch of flowers just in case
the first bloom doesn’t
work the magic
I so need.

The light shifts my line of sight
visions of death and eyes
in the night

if I am touching some truth here
the youth here is
opening the universe to
rocket inside

and as suddenly as this
I miss my mum,
the shadows come and
I fall
sets me free.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.