“I’ll Probably Never See You Again…”

When I first started 
Posting here
I was struggling
To hold on
A deep sadness
Had engulfed me
And all
Of my hope
Was gone

My partner
Of nigh on
Twenty years
Had died
Just four months
Before
My heart
Was broken
And my life,
A token,
I was failing
To endure

Because, you see,
He'd been taken
From me
In the most horrific way
To witness
If you've never seen it
I can tell you,
With feeling,
Cancer's a cunt
Of an illness

So I began
To write again
As a way
To express
My emotions
Thinking,
At best,
I might get
Some rest
By recording
My rambling notions

I knew
From the start
Some readers
Would baulk
At the truths
That I'd lay bare
Suicidal thoughts
And self harm,
Of course,
All referenced
Without a care

But I had to be
Authentically me
And reflect
What I
Was feeling
Even though I knew
The words
I'd spew
May leave
More sensitive readers
Reeling

And yet here
I have found
Such a welcoming crowd
Who've helped me
Hugely
When times were tough
For their patience,
Kindness,
And understanding
I could never
Thank them
Enough

So if you find
From here on in
That I'm no longer posting
As often
Please know that you are,
In no small part,
The reason
I've started
To soften

And as for me
Well, I will see
If I can continue
To reduce
My pain
But I'll take
Some comfort
And feel
A little triumphant
Knowing,
At least,
I entertained

❤️

In Retrospect

That’s the problem

With the past

As humans,

We tend to rose tint it

When in actual fact

If we really look back

It wasn’t quite like

How we wished it


Misrepresentation

The old days

Weren’t that good

Trust me,

I remember

(Originally Posted 27.02.2020)

All That Study, And For What?

I’ve seen so many

Of them now

You’d think one

Would’ve broken through

But not one

Of their degrees

Has helped cure

My disease

Or informed me

Of what to do


The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

(Originally Posted 25.02.2020)

Stark

Sometimes,

As a writer,

All that you can do

Is to drop

The flowery language

And just tell

The fucking truth


In Memoriam

There is nothing

Left to do

There isn’t anything

Else to say

I just really

Fucking miss him

Every single day

Xxx

(Originally Posted 25.02.2022)

All You Need To Know

I know I’d suggested

Greeting cards

But as I see the humour in this

Perhaps I’d be more suited

To writing less convoluted

Patient information leaflets


The Human Rattle

Take
these
pills

To
cure
your
ills

And
mend
your
broken
heart

They’ll
give
you
chills

And
delay
your
thrills

But at
least
it’ll
be a
start

(Originally Posted 18.02.2020)

Poorly Made

It’s not that I have

A heart of stone

I just don’t have one

At all…


The Driest Of Wells

Sometimes I wish

That I cared

About everything

You said

But as I have

Already declared

I’ve no tears left

To shed

(Originally Posted 09.02.2021)

Fuck Them

It’s too long a story

To explain why

But I’ll stand by this

Until the day I die


Toxic

Blood
isn’t
thicker

Than
happiness

(Originally Posted 07.02.2020)

Random #280

‘“In my world, I am constantly torn between killing myself or everyone around me.”

– Ragnar

Resourceful

Don’t

Underestimate

Those who

Are damaged

As we’ll

Always find

A way

To manage


Stand Well Back

I’ve
never
thought
of myself
as strong

But I
suppose
I have
stuck
it out
this
long

Although
somewhat
broken,
bloodied
and
bruised

I’m
very
much
still
here
to light
the fuse

(Originally Posted 02.02.2020)

Left Puzzled

Complicated relationships

May be all I’ve ever known

Yet it seems the baggage

That you come along with

By far outweighs my own


Tussle

I don’t want to just be friends

I don’t want to let this go

You may be able to walk away

But this is all I know

(Originally Posted 01.02.2021)

The Sabattical Leave Request

Most days I do

Enjoy my work

And I welcome

The distraction

But as time goes by

It’s getting harder to try

And fake a positive reaction


(Anti) Social Work

I
think
I would
be

So
much
more
forgiving

If
I didn’t
have

To
work
for a
living

(Originally Posted 30.01.2020)

The Price

If only I’d have listened

To people back in the day

Everyone who told me

This would end in disarray

Then I wouldn’t ever have known

Such misery and dismay

But I’d never have felt love either

And for that I was willing to pay


Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

(Originally Posted 29.01.2020)

My Life’s Work

At least you

Can look away

When the misery

Ensues

But these aren’t just

Words to me

They are actually

My issues


Well, You Asked…

Although
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over
again
really
does just
make me
miserable

(Originally Posted 28.01.2020)

Look Away Now

I don’t write

About nice things

Love and all that shit

If you want to read

About nice things

You won’t like this one bit


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

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

Ploughed

A family now

Torn apart

Proved fertile ground

For my art


Finding Fault

All
you
do

He
said

Is
whine
and
moan

I’m
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish

Well,
maybe
if you

She
said

Weren’t
such a
prick

My
words
wouldn’t
so easily
flourish

(Originally Posted 10.01.2021)

It’s Not What I Dreamt Of Either

We hate it

They say

When you act that way

Hurting yourself

Really saddens us

If only

I say

There was another way

As this is hardly

Fucking glamorous


Unsafe Thoughts

Please,
take
away
my
knives

And put
those
razors
in the
bin

For
the
urge
to cut
is rising

To
bleed
out the
pain
within

(Originally Posted 09.01.2020)

Minutiae

You think that when

Someone dies

It’s the big things

That you’ll miss

But what causes pain

To grieving brain

Is missing the small things

That they did


Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day

I can’t
even
change

The time
on the
oven

It’s just
one more
thing

I have
discovered

Since
you’ve
gone

(Originally Posted 04.01.2020)

Missing The Bus

It seems I missed

The trip that day

You went

To the optimism farm

I was probably at home

With an ‘on silent’ phone

Sleeping soundly

Through the alarm


Optimism

If I
had
any
spare

I’d
give
some
to you

But
I only
have
enough

To
get
myself
through

This
bullshit
they call
life

(Originally Posted 03.01.2020)

Getting By

I know you put

A brave face on

I know as I did it

Myself

Not just because

You’re thinking of others

But more to protect

Yourself


Are You Okay?

I want to ask

But I’m far too scared

For I already know

As into those depths

I’ve stared

(Originally Posted 02.01.2020)

Looking On

Of course I remember

How it feels

Down to the very last letter

But it wouldn’t matter

What I tried

Nothing can make it better


Utterly Helpless

I really wish
I could do more

Like pick you up
from the bathroom floor

Hug you when
your heart is breaking

Give you comfort
when your bones are aching

But for as much as
your pain to me is known

This is a journey
you must walk alone

(Originally Posted 27.12.2019)

Random #266

‘When you’re used
Bruised
Black and blued
Don’t think about it
Never doubt it

I’ll walk beside you…’

What A Difference Three Months Makes

Run around

Jump up and down

That arrogant prick

Has just left town

As it turns out

He was a brutish lout

Intent on flinging my heart about

Next time I’ll know

Not to lower my wall

And for romantic bullshit

I will not fall


Quickstep

Run around

Jump up and down

There’s a new love in town!

He’s really neat

And ever so sweet

This black heart skips a beat

I think that now

I’m ready for more

As I wait for him to whisk me

Across the dancefloor

(Originally Posted 21.12.2020)

Perfunctory

Sometimes I wonder

If I made it out alive

Or if I’m actually still dead

I mean I know

I put on a good show

But I’d rather just feel it instead


But Still Alive

Mired in madness

Subsumed in sadness

Buried here forever

Lost in blackness

(Originally Posted 12.12.2019)

Only The Half Of It

Reading this one back again

I feel so sorry for her

Clearly she lost more,

When he died,

Than her words could ever infer


I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?

I can look at your photo

I can whisper your name

I can press your shirt

Against my face

But nothing feels the same

(Originally Posted 11.12.2020)

Random #261

“Someone once asked me: ‘why do you love music so much?’ I replied: ‘because it’s the only thing that stays when everything and everyone is gone.'”

– Kid Cudi

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