Weston Super Mare

I am Weston Super Mare
An ironic thought, an analogy?
I walked the empty streets
The windswept beach, the empty pier
The boarded up shops, the asbo filled town centre
The token drunk, the police car
The arrested youth. Trouble.
The new hope stands next to faded grandeur
The empty restaurant
A glass of wine
Another. Break another rule.
Hello. Welcome back oblivion.
I've missed you.
I've kissed you
I've tasted you. Your skin on my lips.
Your blood, my blood, my sin
I'm back. I've gone.
When did we begin?
The wind blows in from the sea
The leaves dance, the flag marks the direction
And again it's there
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting
We all know it's there now
We wait it out
If we say its name it loses it's power
We have to believe that it's true
That this faded jewel
This analogy of my life
Has a hope in hell of beginning anew.