OFF THE PAGE

I have shed many a tear
over her

far fewer
over the forests of trees
did sacrifice to
her beauty
(bringing out
the most prolific
in me)

less guilty as charged
now all is digital
impinging on
brains electrical

barely a whisper of sorrow
short-
circuiting synapses

teetering
on the brink as
          under cover of
supposed elegance
        here, there,
                       everywhere

raw emotion
leaping off the page.

Published by Damian Garside