Do not tarry

Do not tarry

Open the door

Tightly wedged though it may be

The jamb swollen

Through the weathering

So much rain

Has been shed

The sky has been rent

With tears

For the passing of days

Has rendered

A hole in our soul

Too deep to fill

The loss of innocence

As stone cold shadows

Turn one upon the other

Friend upon friend

Fallen foul of greed

Covet their neighbour

Cavort in filth

As the flood

A tidal flow

Of ancient blood

Rips at their humanity

Wait not for me

To escape the wrath

Of a newborn sun

The air will be thinner

Than a shimmer

Of rolled gold leaf

Floating on a teardrop

Open the door

It offers shelter

From the ragged remains

Of a fretful storm

It is your respite

Even at this late stage

If you but try

Perhaps the hand of friendship

Will reach out

And as you dry yourself

By a warm fire

Think of me