Here upon my throne of idiocy
I command a thousand memories.
Where each proclaim their majesty
Through mysteries woven into time.
And here I robe myself in that splendour,
Of the love and pain they muster;
Self inflicted wounds, too deep and dear
For time and tears to heal,
So, there to worship at the feet
Of this man whose future they will plunder.

'All of you.' August 2020.

We all go,
We all turn and leave this mortal coil,
Our beauty woven into memories,
The ugliness of age will call.

We all fall,
We all fade and wither like a flower,
Our years crumbling one by one,
The finality of it all.

We all forget,
We let go of those we said we loved,
Our betrayel proven in our lies,
The futility of this wretched squall.

TS Lefort 2020

Within life's maelstrom I am lost;
And there I hide, just because
I can, I should, I always would
Be that man who never could.

TS Lefort 2020

Love still etched upon the page
Fading yes but still this rage
Where hearts that pounded, best as one
Will forever live, are never done.
I run my fingers across those words
Recorded there a love unheard
But bound in time, two lives as one
Now torn and stained, our hopes undone.

When the glass runs empty,
When the bottle falls
And drops of life all are that's left,
The emptiness I consume
Betrays the man we best forget.

When all that pours is nothingness,
When the end is all that calls
And drinks the days I now forget,
The darkness I will choose
Hides this man and his regrets.

TS Lefort 2020

When disappointment comes to call
I will be there, laid bare, find me there;
Open wounded and standing small,
Arms outstretched like a fool.
When just my fears are standing tall
I will be there, I would dare, leave me there,
To prove my worth was nothing much,
A slight of touch, fingers slipping,
Dreams were nothing, all I held
Were little more than grains of pain.
I will be there, still, always, just the same.

TS Lefort

I struggle, bloodied pride, hands still tied
To truths that seem to fail and fade.
Forsaken, mistaken, faith awry,
In my race toward no finish line.

I let you down, troubled life, feet still bound
To paths that twist and slip away.
Broken, unspoken, falling down,
My struggle, punctured hope, stolen crown.

TS Lefort June 2020