Poem: Disorder – a series of Haiku

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Sold
Quietly married
around the world, solemnly
Sadness followed them.

Addiction
You can’t deny this,
Try as you might, great forces
pull you right back in.

Adversary
The Devil wore shoes.
They were bespoke, made to fit
and styled, for us.

Obstacle
Obstacle mirrored
overcome with force and thought
but not forgotten.

Death
What do you owe, Death?
As much or little, as you
can pay me, old friend.

Promise
Follow me down here
this green path you now don’t see.
I’ll reveal yourself.

Blind
Lost in a dark room
no lights or photographs here
You silently weep.

Maelstrom
Thrashing or falling
reasoning against logic
or to fall further?

Escape
Fearful flight with you
Fleeing the pursuant foe
Tears streaming our hands.

Surveilled
Alone amongst beasts
or trees with mighty leaves, blooms,
bows creaking to watch.

Welcome
Magnificent taste
Adorning walls of laughter.
Gold silk doors open.

Bathe
Hot water heals wounds
Caresses shoulders: a salve.
Encouraging sleep.

Wine
A reviving draught
To sustain your easing heart
A calm, cool, fell wind.

Bitter
Tasting pain, they jolt
wide awake, or chained asleep,
unable to dream.

Fire
Cold confusion burns
memory brilliantly.
Old tears stain again.

Darkness
Look up: Caverns form,
falling away above you,
you tumble again.

Return
Do you not know me?
I feel quite sure you would. Look,
old adversary.

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