A Saturday afternoon in the Park

could we maybe meet up at the park,

sit side-by-side on the grass with our backs against a tree,

I’d like to tell you things.

I’d like to tell you about the torment in my spirit begotten by the daily grind,

living a lie, it’s a sham, these ‘busy’ hours we’re enslaved to so willingly,

how I shudder for those feeding the escalated importance ascribed by masters

playing a disturbing game of chess with your life and mine.

I’d like to tell you about a darkness in me into which I delve,

I don’t fear it anymore, nor can it do me harm,

here I feel the hell through which you have walked,

where I’ve crucified myself into addiction,

where I found the answers to both truths and lies,

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it’s daylight that singes my senses

and disturbs my rationale with its clamour and glare,

let me feel the strength of your presence,

reassure me of your beating heart,

comfort me in the sinking silence,

fade away from all passers-by,

could we sit here until the darkened hours

blot out the assiduous motions of the day,

shadows meeting the simplicity of night,

be together in the deepest, most natural, way,

could we?