Causeways (a Pilgrimage)

Down at the border, where the North Sea meets the coastline
The uneasy fault-lines between being and living
I wanted to walk out like Jesus the sailor
Closer to God but in no way closer to you

The echoes will answer; a dreadful howl of the elements
I hear what I want and the glass is half-empty
Pathetically dreary & curiously repulsive
I'll look up from my gutter to you in your inaccessible heaven

Tell me the purpose of self-excavation
If I don't like who I find when I've blown away the cobwebs
Of the skeletons in the closet; it's a wardrobe mass-grave
Martyrs to the ideal of being someone other than me

May I be a candle, burning holes in the darkness?
I could get better - we could be better than this



Credits
Writer(s): Ciar Ronan Nixon
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