i read about days
that went before
i wonder who i was
and i think about my care
Walking on a Tightrope – Written February 2021 (Aged 45)
because, long ago,
in the days when the rules
were much less stipulated
i realised the nature of people
and how easily they were manipulated
The Sheer Fragility – Written Monday 1st February 2021 (Aged 45)
when you kneel down –
to inspect the foundations
then –
you realise –
they are not there at all
Uphill – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
some clouds –
do have a silver lining
but for me, some clouds
just have a black bin lining
All That Life Pain – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
we are far too similar
i n you,
i see me
and i see it so familiar
What Did They Want Me to Be? – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
their quivering lip?
the band aid for the wound
that continues to weep and drip
Squeeze My Hand – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
we flick through pictures
and wonder,
could we ever start again?
The Sharpest of Knives – Written Sunday 20th January 2008 (Aged 32)
friends seem sad
with little to say
clouds of black
skies of grey
The Confusion – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
the madness creeps in
it has no end
but it knows where to begin
Remember Falling in Love – Written January 2008 (Aged 32)
the tears cannot plug the gaps
or even fill the obvious cracks
they cannot even wash away the pain
and it feels like,
we will never be able to live them again
