The demons have crept into our lives.
Status gained, freedoms waned.
The demons are creeping back into our lives.
The demons, they have us.
Category: Poems and Writing 2025
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
This Journey – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
This career has been harder than it should have ever been, or needed to.
This life has been harder than I thought it would ever be.
I married her once, and then it went away.
Jam – Written Monday 2nd June 2025 (Aged 50)
He promises free jam, but the jam never arrives.
People believe; they think he’s right, convinced that they understand.
Tomorrow comes, and there is no free jam.
And no matter what happens, people fail to learn.
Bumper Cars – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
I start again.
But there is a pattern in our lives —
when the hopscotch is high
and the skipping has only just begun.
What Became Of Those People – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
I wonder what happened to —
became of —
those people
who crossed my path.
The Chapters Upon My Back – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Life has told
a tale or two.
I feel now
much older than I ever have.
Relatable Sin – Written Tuesday 20th May 2025 (aged 50)
We have been broken
by not early on
finding a wife,
one that was a trick or two.
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
Sun Shines Down – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Woke up early,
out on the road,
sun shines
as I snake my way up the hills.
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