camden market

falling back on the conveyor belt
with empty eyes
drugged
i went looking for his face
a face
i found
the hallmarks
of hollowed hopes
trampling on cobbles
i have no desire
to scuffle out of perdition
to be full-handed
to trap more than dust

my home is locked
don't compel me to knock
over and over
with each new dawn
in exile will i forget him
will i give up
find loss
indifference
numbed -
i went asking
i went inquiring
a fool -
i know all too well
the answer

i entered the cage
locked the door
threw the key
into a gushing river.