life,
it is always hard to define
to sum up in words
to find a soundbite
Tag: grief
I Would Have Spoken To You This Morning – Written Saturday 14th January 2012 (Aged 36)
I had not heard your voice
and i just needed to speak
then i remembered we had lost you
only last week
Your Bed Remains Unmade – Written January 2012 (Aged 36)
it hits me in the morning
it strikes me –
square in the heart
and when,
my eyes open
End of Seasons – Written Saturday 17th December 2011 (Aged 36)
like we have never talked before
stumbling through words
and sentences
trying to work out reason
Will – Written Saturday 17th December 2011 (Aged 36)
Will mum – talked of her will today of course – it caught me even though i mentioned it yesterday … More
Last Week I Swam With the Heaviest Heart – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
today i picked up –
the heaviest pen –
that i have ever lifted
peter pan knocked on my door
but i did not feel gifted
People Are Not Here Forever – Written Friday 16th December 2011 (Aged 36)
no more than precious memories
moments that glistened
it is the so called dramas
it is those that shine
and then, one day it is all left behind
I Have Put on My Winter Coat – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
with a touch of the darkest night
i have counted the conversations
and wondered,
just how many more?
Time is Against Us All – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
time has arrived
without a chuckle
and without being late
it feels like that they travelled
and unravelled in the arms of fate
Mother Viper – Written December 2011 (Aged 36)
rudderless scallywags
burnt by the lights –
of a faded amusement park
dirty faces
let down by fathers
drowned in their own inadequacy
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 