At
first
light
in the
morning
Just
as a
new
day is
dawning
The
birds
issue
their
final
warning
And
the
tears
from
my eyes
start
pouring
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
At
first
light
in the
morning
Just
as a
new
day is
dawning
The
birds
issue
their
final
warning
And
the
tears
from
my eyes
start
pouring
There’s
nothing
more
disheartening
That
brings
such
misery
and
strife
To
find
I’m
much
more
captivating
On
the
page
Than
in
real
life
I
listen
to all
the words
you say
And my
pain
slowly
ebbs
away
‘Very few of us are what we seem…’
– Agatha Christie
Thirty
six
thousand
words
And
each
one of
them
shite
But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers
I
must
be doing
something
right
I read,
read
and
read it
again
But it
doesnt
change
a thing
I can’t
take
back
what
I wrote
Or
remove
it’s
sting
And honest
Is my first
Don’t bother
Reading on
Without expecting
The worst
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
Something tells me this won’t be our last as you’ll realise you want me and will return so fast to where my arms openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need to keep our hearts open and our minds freed
Happy
Birthday
to you
I hope
you
have
fun
I didn’t
send you
a card
Because
you don’t
deserve
one
I wish I could
take your plauditBut I just write
what comes to meMy inability
to self editLaid bare for
all to see
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
You
are
nothing
like
me
So
don’t
pretend
you
are
You’re
just a
mother
fucking
wannabe
Who
took
things
way
too
far
What
else
did
you
lose
She
asked
On
the
day
he
died?
All
the
love
and
respect
I
once
had
for
you
She
bitterly
replied
Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic
Is
enough
to make
you see
That what
happened
to us was
your fault
And you
should
apologise
to me
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?
Sometimes
my words
are so
savage
I even
surprise
myself
It’s like
the page
I must
ravage
With no
care at
all for
yourself
Was it really
The best of times?
Or was it just
The worst?
I’ve got nae idea, pal
Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst
No
longer
looking for
reasons
to liveRapidly
running
out of
fucks
to give
When
you
close
your
eyes
at night
Please
don’t
think
of me
Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else
Footloose
and
fancy-
free
The old days
Were not good
Trust me
I remember
I like
it when
you laugh
He said
I wish
you’d do
it more
Just write
another
paragraph
She said
Then you’ll
really see
me roar
There’s
so much
power,
In the
scissors
you wield,
It really
makes me
worry.
One slip
of your
hand,
A snip
or two
unplanned,
And I won’t
be going out
in a hurry.
It
seems
like
you
have
disappeared
And
there’s
nothing
I can
do
For
you’ve
left
me
heart
broken
And I
will
never
forgive
you
“Going anywhere nice on holiday?”
“Oblivion, hopefully”.
Sometimes
I wonderIs everything
my fault?And then
I rememberI actually don’t
give a fuck
“Is that a gun in your pocket,
or are you just pleased to see me?”
Bang.
It’s
not
that
you’re
wrong
It’s
just
that
I’m
right
Words
pour
out
of me
Like
wax
from
a candle
If only
I’d
known
before
now
That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle
“If you haven’t got anything nice
to say,
don’t say anything at all.”
Silence.
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