Sherlock
(Inspired by Jack Vettriano;
Heartbreak Hotel ©)
Door locked shut, town-sounds shut
out
He slumps in leather, the time
approaches
Vial in case, syringe to shout
The day is done, no clattering
coaches.
Tiredness drifts onwards, the
strings are taught
Chemicals to take him out to sea
Dragging bow, will he be caught?
Will they believe
he’s really me?
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