The Sycamore Gap

I saw it first

On TV

In a film made long ago

(If you can forgive

Their dodgy accents

It’s not that bad, you know)

There it stood

Pride of place

As part of that iconic scene

A symbol of majesty

And resilience

In a landscape stoically serene

Who knew

That its destruction

Would be so upsetting to me

It’s not like it was

A person

But a 300 year old tree

The Fair-weather Boss

I used to care

What he thought of me

That I did a good job

So my skills he’d see

But now he’s changed

And lost my respect

So I just take the wage

And disconnect


Diss Regard

What’s
the
point

In all
this
chatter

Now
I’ve
realised

You
don’t
matter

Anymore

(Originally Posted 20.06.2020)

Handover

You’ll
never
cope

She
said

When
this
happens
to you

I
know

He
said

I’m
dreading
it too

Real Talk

It
hurts
my
heart

To
hear
you
cry

And
watch
you
break

Like
this

As
your
life

Falls
apart

And
you
stare

Into
the
abyss

‘Interlude’

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I’ve sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

‘Bring Me Home And Have Me’

I can walk along

Feeling fine

Then without warning

You’re on my mind

I break for home

Each step quicker

Heart in my mouth

Stomach ever sicker

As I remember

With a groan

The reason why

I’m all alone

Xxx

State Of Mind

I’ll
never
leave
the
house
again

If
that
is
what
you
want

There’s
nothing
out
there
for
me
anyway

Of
that
I’m
confident

Optimism

If I
had
any
more

I’d
give
some
to you

But I
only
have
enough

To
get
myself
through

This
bullshit
they call
life

Eternity

Counting the days
Counting the hours

You bring the wine
I’ll bring the flowers

Counting the minutes
Counting the seconds

We’ll both take a pill
As eternity beckons

I, Robot

The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me…

…But my inability to replicate it does.

Home

It pains me to think
of the amount of times
I wished I'd come home
to find the house exactly
as I'd left it

How ironic that now
that's what happens,
what I want more than anything 
is to come home and find you
just as I'd left you 

Booze (Pt 2)

It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.

So I’m just going to stop going out.  As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.

The Only One

You said I was the only one who made you laugh.
You said I was the only one who made you cry. 
You said I was the only one that made you feel safe.
You said I was the only one you could trust.
You said I was the only one who made you feel special.
You said I was the only one that mattered.
You said I was the only one who taught you patience.
You said I was the only one who taught you to be happy.
You said I was the only one who taught you to love.

Then you left.

And I was the only one who cried.

 

Random #9

What I wouldn’t give to be creative
and be able to express it.

What I wouldn’t give
isn’t worth knowing about.

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