A LONG LONG  DAY (no hate)

How can I get down to the root of my-

self? do I really want to go there, memory?

I’m glad I don’t remember all I know

It was a riot, poems tell my tale.

They kicked me with the right foot

 And the left beat me prod and taig

But I’m still sitting on the fence, 

I am getting up again and again.

I won't let you beat me down, Iknow

You are right and wrong, like me.

Ireland/England can never be won-

One. Stop fighting, put down your guns

Tradition gets us nowhere.

You won't beat Peace out of me.

I’m locked in the vacuum of will 

Not kill. Memory is a black

And white photo shuttered Etna-

Drive, a mountainous moment

A levelled layer of street life, no

Hologram state- is that due to

A lack of memory or Aphantasia?

The left and write of centre.

Darkness within darkness, you

Can beat me all you want to but

My metabolism is strong, stroke

And sepsis won't bring me down.

Peace is in my heart, stuck shell-

Shock, Its coming apart at the seams.

I’m still sitting on the fence.

In the morning I’m up, up, up. up.

By evening I'm down, down, down.

Poetry is the middle ground..