I cried last night I guess I already told you But it’s rare for me Despite chronic depression A range of anxieties Suspected other conditions Where diagnosis only failed through Lack of time and effort So I feel sad, a lot But I rarely… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen”
When the sky is grey Like fluffy grease From the bottom Of a chef’s shoe Like a smear of ash From a dead campfire Like pencil shading Abruptly halted By the snapping of lead. When the sky is grey And looms above my garden… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood”
Sometimes the tea is Heavy, dense; peculiar. Why did it go cold?
Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my… Continue Reading “June 9th, Britain “
A smile is a transient thing; No it’s not Not right now, in the face Of this damning disgrace And the backwash of bitterness Harsh aftertaste Of the ending of running This hobbling race Still I look and I see There is no empty… Continue Reading “A Smile is a Transient Thing…”
Sometimes sadness is so profound, it almost becomes a physical object. When it has a weight to it, and carrying it is not only emotionally tiring, but bodily exhausting. The backpack of sorrow, dragging shoulders and chin down, and straining the back; straps of… Continue Reading “Sorrow”