Still, waters, moon reflected
Let me swims through you
And drown my sins in their sorrow
In their darkness, I have swum
Owning nothing to who I really, am.
In their marshes, I’ve muck sunken
Clawings on some distant shores
Wolven, I have fed howling
Wishing I too were slain, dead
But this life hasn’t any, still waters.
There aren’t any clear pictures
One can trust with your life
But the moonlight here is serene
In this tranquil water
Let me dream, let me pretend.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book Back on Earth
About the Author
Marks first book was well received earning him favourable reviews. This being, his second book, Mark, hopes to build on that good reputation and establish his own, brand of poetry.
Mark is a father of five children, and lives and works in the UK. Mark resides in Manchester where he works as an adult learning difficulties support worker and he spends his free time gardening and writing poetry.
Visit Marks Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/mark-andrew-heathcote.html