so my mental health came up to me
and suggested
hey, let’s take a walk
and my wellbeing which –
which sometimes struggles –
with darker thoughts
We Are All Boats – Written Monday 3rd August 2020 (Aged 45)
we are all boats
what type of boat are you?
is your boat intact
does it have sails
or have sails broken and fallen flat?
Unwilling Experts in This Field – Written Monday 3rd August 2020 (Aged 45)
we have become too used to losing parents
and dealing with their affairs
we have become unwilling experts
in this line of work
Back at Dad’s Place – Written Monday 3rd August 2020 (aged 45)
giving me that look
as if he never really knew me
which was true
in some respects to him
i was always some kind of UFO
that had come into his view
Barrel of Sawdust and a Tugboat of Floating Dreams – Written Wednesday 22nd July 2020 (Aged 45)
listening to sounds
it has been some life
but, oh my,
how many disjointed jigsaws –
haunt my eyes
Ambivert – Written Wednesday 22nd July 2020 (Aged 45)
in my head,
i am the recognised talent
but then absolute anonymity
feels like a most progressive friend
No Badge Bears My Name – Written Wednesday 22nd July 2020 (Aged 45)
they used to love me here
but now they cannot utter my name
my picture is up on the wall
but all is left is the frame
I Avoided the Coast Road – Written Wednesday 22nd July 2020 (Aged 45)
no energy today
positive
but not much to say
avoided the coast road
came in another way
Others – Written Thursday 30th July 2020 (Aged 45)
they must look at me
and feel i am fumbling
and crumbling
as i make my way through my life
Promised Lands – Written Between February and June 1995 (Aged 20)
nothing seems to last
as much as rejection
that stretches back
to my childhood past
