The bog beckons its black pool’s deep.

Looking for comfort and a place of eternal sleep.

As each foot sinks in its spongy ground.

His head is busy, with thoughts it’s drowned.

A solitary ‘footing’ stares him down.

It spins his head as he looks to the ground.

His nostrils fill with the earthy smells from around.

His head now still, emptied of all sound.

Memories flood into his empty mind.

The sound of her laughter and wet sods hitting his behind.

In his mind’s eye he sees her, his heart fills with love.

‘For you,’ he says ‘I will try again,’ as he looks up above.