My brain
Will not stop circling
Like a vulture
Overhead
I can feel it
Fucking worsening
So I may as well
Just play dead
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
My brain
Will not stop circling
Like a vulture
Overhead
I can feel it
Fucking worsening
So I may as well
Just play dead
Grief
Is like
An ocean
All vast,
And dark,
And deep
It ebbs
And flows
In waves
Through
Dark nights
And days
Never truly
Going
To sleep
Some people must think
My words are so bleak
That they no longer
Wish to scroll
But all I see
With poems like these
Is a humour
As black as coal
‘Mistletoe & Whine’
Just piss
off with your
Christmas shit
All this
Ho, Ho,
Fucking Ho…
Not
everyone
appreciates it
Some of us
are depressed,
you know
(Originally Posted 23.12.2019)
I know that it
Has been a while
But sure as eggs is eggs
You do have such
A winning smile
And a cracking pair of legs
You’re like an itch
That even though
I scratch until I bleed
Will not go away
If
only
you
could
come
back
to me
Like
the
leaves
that
grow
on the
cherry
tree
Standing
outside
our
house
You
can’t
know
how
happy
I’d
be
If
once
more
your
face
I could
see
Standing
outside
our
house
Life
is
like
a box
of
chocolates…Someone
else
always
gets
first
pick