If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
Twelve Days And Counting…
As the end
Draws ever near
I have to say
I’m feeling the fear
What will I do
If I don’t write
What will I do
With all this spite?
Pens Down
Nothing lasts
Forever
You know
Not you
Not me
And certainly not my poetry
(Originally Posted 17.02.2021)
2023
As I have beaten
My adversary
This will all end
In February
How Long?
How long
can you
go on
writing
When
your only
inspiration
is spite?
And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving
So that
you can
sleep
at night
(Originally Posted 07.01.2020)
In My Little Corner Of The Internet
Even when
I’m dead and gone
I know now my words
Will always live on
Indelible
The words
I write
may well
be stark
For they
are made
to leave
their mark
Upon your
weak and
thready
heart
Forever
(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)
Three Months Left
I cannot continue forever
In fact I’m nearly spent
But there will always others
Who will use this place to vent
‘Want’
An artist for the ages
Your words leave me floored
What else is there to say?
Other than please, give me more
(Originally Posted 25.10.2020)
All That Matters
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart