Quicksand

I’ve
no
idea

How
I got
in

But
I know
I can’t

Get
out

There’s
no one
here

To
lend
a hand

Or
act
upon

My
shout

Granite

I wish
you were
with me

Gently
squeezing
my hand

Providing
me with
comfort

Helping me
understand

It’s The Small Things That Hurt The Most

How long does it take

To only reach for one mug

To only set out one plate

To programme the heating to come on at seven

Instead of leaving it too late

To only buy one pint of milk

To only get one lottery ticket

To stop saying hello as you walk in the house

Because there’s none else in it

Alone

It’s
just
fear

That’s
all
it
is

That
when
push
comes
to
shove

It’ll
all
end
like
this

‘Interlude’

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I’ve sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

Drunk, Down and Potentially Out

Yet another day with the urge to quit

How the fuck do I deal with it

Without you by my side

With all your love and kindness to me me denied

Perhaps I should just put it all to an end

Rather than continue going around the bend

As hanging on has never been worth it

Not when I face this tsunami of bullshit

The Minx

If you
don’t
want
to be
with
me

Then
don’t
feel
you
have
to stay

I
am
quite
happy
by
myself

Or
finding
someone
else to
lead
astray

(A) Void

I
would
smash
that
glass

And
reach
for
your
hand

If
only
I was
allowed

Yet
we
have
no
choice

But
to
press
against
it

Hearts
broken
and
heads
bowed

State Of Mind

I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again

If
that
is
what
you
want

There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway

Of
that
I’m
confident

Ungrateful Bastards

You
have
no idea

How it
pisses
me off

To
hear you
bemoan

What
you’ve
got

When
there’s
some of us

With
no-one
to hold

With
nothing
to help

Keep
out the
cold

Separated

I
wish
you were
here with me

All
these
tales we
could share

But
yet we
find we’re
both alone

So
into the
depths
we stare

Nyctophilia

I’m
better
alone
than in
company

Just
like I’m
happier
in the
dark

That
way
I never
have to
see anyone

Or
hear
another
disparaging
remark

Flying Solo

Please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

I’ve got a set of ladders to reach,

A saucepan from the shelf.

I don’t need anyone to catch a spider,

I can open my own jars.

I can brew my own keg of cider,

I can order my own food in bars.

So please don’t pity me,

As I’m ok by myself.

In fact I choose to be single now,

For the goodness of my health.

Bored

You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eye

The
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye