I never see the beauty, the time
and I never held the charity.
Wandered through flesh like a wasp
clipping a closed window-
wandered like a widow, and fell.
Distance between fertility
Creativity; the river flows through
Delphi yet, I drink from a vessel
unmade by man -
I slow down at your graces, I am sick.
The song keeps me closer
than ailment. Waded into Cephissus
brought gifts and still I fail to see you
Blank love, blind charm,
empty prayers. Fallen foul, the stench
of underworld clings to broken skin.
I failed when you needed me most.
Zac Thraves is a writer and performer in Kent; poems have been published with various magazines and stories have been performed throughout the county. You can find some work on Instagram and join him on Twitter.
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