Why are you so depressing
He said
Why are your words so dark
Because my life is fucking distressing
She said
And so, therefore’s, my art
Persona(l)
I’m
glad
I don’t
give
much
away
As if
I did,
you’d
never
come
back
Self Esteem
There’s
nothing
more
disheartening
That
brings
me
consternation
and
strife
Than
to find
I’m
more
captivating
On
the
page
Than
I could
ever be
in real life
(Originally Posted 07.06.2020)
Wow Part #4
I can tell
That there are posts
I’ve written to please
An audience
But there are a few
That make me freeze
As the pain I was in
Is obvious
It’s The Small Things That Hurt The Most
How long does it take
To reach for one mug
Or only set out one plate
To programme the heating
To click on at six
Instead of doing it myself at eight
To only buy
One pint of milk
Or get one lottery ticket
To stop saying hello
As I enter the house
Because you
Are no longer in it
(Originally Posted 14.05.2020)
Saying What I See
What do you do?
I write poetry.
Pretty ones? With hearts and flowers?
No. The truth.
Putting Pen To Paper
I know it’s not
For the faint of heart
But it helps me
Every day
So just deal with it
Or not
As I’m not arsed
Either way
Writing At Midnight
The
words
advance
in waves
Their
ferocity
I cannot
stop
But all
too soon
there’s
nothing left
As I’ve
wrung
out every
last drop
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 