Fatalism

The lighter’s scritch

Scratches the itch

Of yet another

Nicotine hit

So I flick the switch

And cross the stitch

On yet another day

I didn’t quit

To The Day

Many more moons

Have passed since then

And plenty of suns

Now too

In fact it’s been

1,458 days

That I’ve been here

Without you

Xxx


Many A Moon

As that
day draws
ever closer

The pain
cannot be
avoided

To think
it was just
a year ago

When my
whole world
imploded

(Originally Posted 28.11.2019)

Ups And Downs

Had another day

Like this yesterday

After quite a few

Of feeling ok

The only way

Was in bed to lay

In order to

Keep those demons at bay


Who Gives A Fuck? (Not Me)

What do I do

Now all hope is gone

And I am left here

On my own

Somehow still alive

But gasping for air

Unable to thrive

Yet unwilling to care

(Originally Posted 05.04.2020)

Sick & Tired

And
so
begins
another
day

Where
I pretend
every
thing
is ok

If
only
there
was
another
way

As I
hate
being
such a
fucking
cliché

A Long Forty Eight Hours

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.

Another Day…

Another day of pretence dawns,

And my heart is full of dread.

Another chasm in my mind yawns,

And I wish that I was dead.

The Loaded Gun

Time marches on
As I come undone
And my memories fade further away.

I try to hold on,
To ignore the loaded gun
As I trudge through another day.

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