Pen & Paper(less)

What
is the
point
in any
of this

In
trying
so hard
all this
time?

What
do I
hope to
achieve
anyway

By
writing
this
useless
rhyme?

The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

The Shrink

The
pain
is
buried
so
deep

She
said

I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
surface

Then
let’s
just
leave
it
there

He
said

Breaking
your
heart
again
isn’t
worth
it

Newly Qualified

Can we
leave it
there?

She
asks

As I
cannot
take
much
more

You’re
damn
right

He
replies

As he
edges
towards
the door

The Daily Mantra

Resist
that
urge

To
binge
and
purge

Put
the box
back
under
the bed

Before
the
demons
emerge

And
your
emotions
splurge

Find a
pen and
start
writing
instead

Nice Try

Thank
you
for the
offer

But I
really
must
say no

There is
no need
for you
to listen

To any
more of
my tales
of woe

Harm Reduction

I’ve been
trying
so hard
to break
this chain

So I’ve
drawn on
my arms
with Biro
again

At least,
this time,
it’s just
a token

And my
skin,
for now,
remains
unbroken

What I Feel Inside

This shadow

Is too hard
to explain

But it’s
reared it’s
ugly head again

Wailing and
moaning
and gnashing
it’s teeth

The only
way out
is to
hide
beneath

Hoping
and
praying
one day
it’ll
let me go

And I’ll
be freed
from
the pain
of this
enduring
sorrow

Witchcraft

I thought
talking
would make
it easier

But if
anything
it’s made
it worse

It seems
there’s
nothing
I can do

To rid
myself
of this
curse

Conflict

I laughed today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.

I cried today.
Hard.
Tears ran down my face,
Dizziness overtook me as my muscles ached from the strain,
And I thought I’d never breathe deeply again.

As I soldier on,
as best I can,
the simultaneous existence
of conflicting emotions,
slowly kills me.

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