In

The days still march on,

But now I run forward.

Always in step,

Everything in place,

And just about in time.

Out

The days march on,
But I trail behind.
Out of step,
Out of place,
Out of time.

(Originally Posted 09.04.2019)

Actually…

I actually have

A lot more to give

Than this wee ditty suggests

I actually am

Quite the catch

Despite my ongoing protests

Damaged Goods

It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s me

You
deserve
to be
happy

But
you
won’t
get to
share

In
anything
with
me

But
sadness,
heartache
and
untold misery

(Originally Posted 08.04.2020)

When you’re down

And feeling shattered

Listen to those who are kind

They are the ones that matter

Life
has been
so much better
without
your bullshit
in it

Now
I know
for sure
I’ll soon be
removing you
from it