When
I start
To feel alive
Again
There’ll be no
More monsters
And no
More men
The Bogeymen
Stay where
You are
And hold
Them tight
For there
Be creatures
That stalk
The night
Lying In Wait
The rope
Is in
The bin
For now
Having given
That monster
A swerve
But it’s safe
To assume
I can’t give him
Any room
As he’ll have
Kept some back
In reserve
Try Harder Next Time
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
And putting the rope
Back in the shed
(Originally Posted 24.02.2021)
The Flip Side
If it’s not monsters
It’s mermaids
As that’s how it is manic depression
Life is laborious
Or it’s glorious
With very little in the way of progression
Monsters
They are always there,
Gnawing away at my brain.
One day I will kill them,
And I shall smile again.
(Originally Posted 14.05.2019)
Random #178
‘When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep as the North Sea. But I have lived. And now I do not sleep.’
– John Gardner
Try Harder Next Time
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
When all the time
That rope’s still in the shed
Gods & Monsters
You
ethereal
soulsLeave
nothing
but holesIn the
hearts of
heathensLike
me
Monsters
They are always there,
Gnawing away at my brain.One day I will kill them,
And I shall smile again.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 