Strategic Suppression

          pretty colours, such vibrant colours
          to watch them but slip away
          the gloom it suppresses
          as a devil it dresses
          but 'twill not fade away

ashes upon ashes, charcoal road
battleships lie upon my sea
watching another's plight
with such childish delight
your pain it means nothing to me

          gates and posts, fairy roundabouts
          dilemmas like windmill sails
          dark midnight themes
          mixing with in-betweens
          as an Autumn moon wanes and pales

foreign antidotes, for poisons unknown
I battle life's dragon with no sword
most complete despair
for 'tis not there
'twas me, not the monster, that roared.