Homerton Hospital

You went to stand at the cliff-edge
past where the wildflowers grow
where wood lies scattered and petrified
like your scattered and petrified dreams
and the wind beats relentlessly
against your beat up little face.

You made your way up high
to see forever somewhere
forever’s not so far away
where your stone heart
will still skip a beat
when the light dances right
on the backs of your eyelids.

You came to feel an ending
but realised nothing’s ending yet;
you came to touch oblivion
to trace it with your fingertips.

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