Where falling rain meets dusky skies,
Steering, by stormy gale.
A turmoil rests in vacant eyes,
Peering, beyond the veil.

So troubled in an empty gaze,
On dark approaching night.
The relentless rain falls and sprays,
In wind and dwindling light.

Please, if time does remain
To give my heart, and make amends, 
Let me find once again
The warmth of lovers, and of friends.

Gloom, in sorrowful episodes
Labours for expression.
Where wheels won’t turn on broken roads
Turmoil, finds its session.



by Sam Bartle 
(© Copyright  Sam Bartle 2025)