I’m sorry
I couldn’t comfort you
When that text
Came in
I saw
How you were struggling
To keep it
All within
But I have been there,
You see
And I can’t
Go back again
That’s why I couldn’t
Be the one
To help you
With your pain
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m sorry
I couldn’t comfort you
When that text
Came in
I saw
How you were struggling
To keep it
All within
But I have been there,
You see
And I can’t
Go back again
That’s why I couldn’t
Be the one
To help you
With your pain
Protecting yourself
From someone else
Doesn’t make you mean
It just shows that you
In my view
Are great at forward planning
Weak
I really am sorry
I cannot take your weight
For my arms are too broken
From carrying my own
(Originally Posted 19.11.2020)
Some have come and gone
Over the years
But I thank each and every one
Who helped dry my tears
Connections
It’s easier to connect with other writers these days, than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.
(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)
It must be
so easy
for you
Loving
your life
as you do
But spare a
thought for
the likes of me
Drowning
in a sea of
melancholy
So you can
empathise
with her
Someone
you only
saw on TV?
But when
my shit hit
the fan
You couldn’t
sympathise
with me?
Well fuck your
social media
petition
And your
boycott of
that rag
Why not look
a little closer
to home?
You
disingenuous
old hag
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
I do not want your pity.
Your sympathy is of no use.
I care nothing for your tears,
as your grief is just an excuse.