He Never Shook My Hand- Part 1
I first noticed my newly acquired gift,
When paying for another drink,
My hand met the barman’s,
And in my mind’s eye:
Shadows and non descript light,
Cold cobbles against my cheek,
Searing pain across my chest,
And shallow breath so weak,
Blood upon my cold fingers,
And across the ground a streak.
Smile upon the barman’s face,
Finding joy in the alley bleak.
I pulled my hand back coins and all,
And tried to recollect my thoughts,
Both afraid and confused,
At the nightmare I had seen.
The barman’s face was quite surprised,
No sign of the smile I’d seen,
And I convinced myself,
My mind was playing games.
Perhaps my school chum’s story,
Still fresh in my thoughts,
Had gotten to me,
More than I had realised.
But still I left the coins on the bar,
Rather than risk another touch,
Another bolt of pain,
Another glimpse of Shadows.