i think the realisation
that it is an, ‘unholy mess’,
and that people, like fruit to a tree,
hang onto flaws
Tag: writing
When Your Story Has Not Been Told – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
when your story
has never been truly told
or, told in such a way
that artistic licence
has much more to say
Love Has Not Gone – Written Wednesday 12th December 2012 (Aged 37)
i try to straighten
my metaphorical tie
i try to stop churning up inside
moments,
they arrive and they do not let go
I Just Want to Love You – Written Wednesday 12th December 2012 (Aged 37)
it is just our love
set it free from the vice
life is complicated enough
and short of commercial advice
A Pain Like This – Written Wednesday 12th December 2012 (Aged 37)
i am asked questions
but i no longer have answers
those carefree days
may require a poetic licence
but i do not remember a pain like this
Grief is Not One Mountain (But a Range) – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
i struggle with aspects
grief is not one mountain
but a range
and it is that,
that makes it difficult and stange
I Saw The Old Me Run Past – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
i am not that person
not anymore
leave your boots by the door
turn up the fire
sit by a distant shore
A Little Praise – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
it was good –
to see you –
indulge in a little praise
for someone –
so tied in knots
too often, it is easily forgot
Why – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
why did i fight them
when my life
always delivered the fight
On Top of the World – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
but their claim
needles the insane
when will the pain be tamed?
and not have such a vicious bite?
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