I just don’t think I can
She said
Because of what happened
To me
We don’t have to do anything
He said
Other than sit here
And breathe
No Brainer
If the choice
Is to go hard
Or go home
I know
Where I’m headed
Tease
So I’ve recorded some of my poems
And I don’t think they’re half bad
Who knew that in speaking
There’s so much fun to be had
But now I’m in a conundrum
As I need to make a choice
Do I stay safely anonymous
Or finally reveal my voice?
Promises, Promises
Well that’s the second jab in
And the battle is almost won
Soon the war will be over
And we can all have some fun
Winter Lockdown
Wind
Howling
Strangers
Prowling
Dogs
Growling
Me
Scowling
– Obviously
Climbing The Walls
Let
me
out
She
said
You
can’t
keep me
here
I
think
you’ll
find we
can
He
said
The
law is
very
clear
Recouperation
There’s
nothing
like
being
looked
after
By
those
who
love
you
the
most
There’s
nothing
more
nourishing
than
laughter
And
being
brought
rounds of
hot buttered
toast
