To Come

The soft white satin claims my skin for hell,
Blistering, seeping, tissue paper thin.
Victory is yours, triumphant beauty.
Phthonus my companion, partner in sin.

Newcastle serenades my every nightmare,
Shattering dreams, wishes, my blown-glass heart.
This mask won’t betray the breaking within.
Secrets confined. Always. Escape plans thwart.

Silence speaks volumes. Words, from you? I?
Never. Dusted away, unacknowledged. Safe.
Comfort? Only one. The truth realised now:
Be strong. Deny. Hold tear...