Eventually I Meet Immediate Peril Poem by Craig Turner

I must reiterate this is co-written with the lovely and talented Sara Tehrani.............................

I don’t think he knows his affect on my smile

A paper cut tastes to reminiscent

A stronger feeling grows all a while

Sat at the back breathing back smoke

Covering the eyes of doubt, I woke

Subjected to immediate peril

Visions of what only the weak eye can spot

Inevitably reactions won’t understand

With a broken dream and half a leg I stand

Uninterested is unconcerned

As destroyed is what is simply burnt

Sinking whilst spinning

Occupied with beer and wine I think of him.

Always at arms length with sleeves rolled down

A soft soothing sound is flowing from the river of my mind.

Engraved gold rings sparkling in the reflection

Forgive my delicate sudden rush of emotions

The one that just won’t burst

The same one that always comes first

I'm always honest but rarely tell the truth

Until the day will arrive where red will form from blue