Unclaimed

Desolate and unlodged
unreachable ghosts,
in hiding places
forgotten
wasting and stained,
stripped of ‘life’
and tainted pasts,
twisting into nothing,
not even a memory.

At the limits
protected in silence,
illusions of safety
hits back in vengeance.
Disease and cold intrusion,
vagueries reek of
affluent side effect,
showing us nothing.

Pushing guilt in oppulence
patronising benevolence,
insomniacs invade
the lights of dawn
as narcosis fades with
the skies bright eyes.

I see them
I don’t think of home,
it cannot become me
makes me burn,
I start to sweat
and fell in turn
into loss and hopelessness.

I cannot fix anything
it will not fix me,
I try to lay my hands on it
to rest its head
but I delay its death
and forget instead.