Ter(rain)

I’ll
take
your
hand

If
you
are
frightened

I’ll
hold
you
hair

If
you
get
sick

I’ll
even
lead
you

To
the
path
of
enlightenment

If
you’re
really
fucking
quick

Stale

He
reaches
over for
my hand

Thinking
that
I’ll
understand

But
I don’t

He’s
hoping
that
I will
be grand

Living
in this
no man’s
land

But
I won’t

Staid

Is
that
it
now

Are
we
finally
done?

As I
would
like
to go
out
now

And
have
a bit
of
fun

Three Score And Ten

Some
days
it feels
like
forever

Others
it feels
like a
minute

But no
matter
how
much
time has
passed

Life’s
still
shit
without
you
in it

Xxx

(Never) Ending Hostilities

Whoever
told
me to
forgive
you was
wrong

There’s
no way
we can
ever
get
along

For
you
are
just a
loathsome
swine

Who’s
not worth
another
second
of my
time

Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those of us
who went before

Now rotting
on the stones

It’s The Small Things That Hurt The Most

How long does it take

To only reach for one mug

To only set out one plate

To programme the heating to come on at seven

Instead of leaving it too late

To only buy one pint of milk

To only get one lottery ticket

To stop saying hello as you walk in the house

Because there’s none else in it

‘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

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

Stricken

Recent
events
have
taken
their
toll

On
my
body
and
my
mind

I
just
wish
I
could
go
back
to
when

I
didn’t
feel
so
sick
inside

Tributary

The love
I once
had to
give

Ran so
deep
and
wide

But now,
it seems,
the river
is dry

As I’m
all but
dead
inside

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?

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