It hangs. It lingers.
It taints my fear.
It sits in the stands,
And begins to jeer.
A moments peace,
Is truly just that.
As one cloud dissipates,
It grabs a different hat.
Walking in, with a jaunty swagger.
Stabbing my heart,
With a well worn dagger.
I take a deep breath,
Push on through the grey,
And hope tomorrow,
Will be my day.
Sunday, 7 January 2018
Saturday, 6 January 2018
Their turn.
When I start to see some beauty,
In everything I see,
That is when I recognise,
The lost and former me.
There are things I know,
About how fast she could return,
But that would come with pain and fear,
And it’s just not quite their turn.
In everything I see,
That is when I recognise,
The lost and former me.
There are things I know,
About how fast she could return,
But that would come with pain and fear,
And it’s just not quite their turn.
Friday, 5 January 2018
Like a fly.
When he respects her,
More than he does you,
Then you can be sure,
That the love is truly through.
When you see the spite,
Burning in his eye,
Hold strong and stand your ground.
Don’t let him squash you like a fly.
More than he does you,
Then you can be sure,
That the love is truly through.
When you see the spite,
Burning in his eye,
Hold strong and stand your ground.
Don’t let him squash you like a fly.
Thursday, 4 January 2018
Refill.
As my body shivers,
As tiredness overtakes me,
I start to feel the pressure.
I know how a trigger breaks me.
I consider all my options,
To let my bruised soul heal.
I know I walk alone.
You don’t ‘get’ how it makes me feel.
That’s not the bit that hurts.
It’s the fact you will not try,
When that’s what I do for you,
And have done as years passed by.
When the road is hardest going,
You make it single lane.
I fought so long to accompany you,
But my energy begins to wane.
For now I will withdraw,
And try to refill my glass.
I will refrain from biting back,
I owe myself some class.
As tiredness overtakes me,
I start to feel the pressure.
I know how a trigger breaks me.
I consider all my options,
To let my bruised soul heal.
I know I walk alone.
You don’t ‘get’ how it makes me feel.
That’s not the bit that hurts.
It’s the fact you will not try,
When that’s what I do for you,
And have done as years passed by.
When the road is hardest going,
You make it single lane.
I fought so long to accompany you,
But my energy begins to wane.
For now I will withdraw,
And try to refill my glass.
I will refrain from biting back,
I owe myself some class.
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
Stone.
I don’t know how to fix it.
Don’t know how to make it right.
The days are all the same,
And I’m exhausted by the night.
My little treasured moments,
Are mine, and mine alone.
Loneliness can make the warmest heart,
Eventually turn to stone.
Don’t know how to make it right.
The days are all the same,
And I’m exhausted by the night.
My little treasured moments,
Are mine, and mine alone.
Loneliness can make the warmest heart,
Eventually turn to stone.
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
Dents.
It is better.
Even with the stress,
Even with the drain,
Even with the mess.
I am calmer,
Even with events.
I will miss today, tomorrow.
In my composure, there’ll be dents.
Even with the stress,
Even with the drain,
Even with the mess.
I am calmer,
Even with events.
I will miss today, tomorrow.
In my composure, there’ll be dents.
Monday, 1 January 2018
This me.
It doesn’t stop.
Time ticks on.
Another thing follows,
As one moment’s gone.
Pushing on forward,
Or wanting to savour.
Hoping it will fall,
For once, in my favour.
I know what I want,
But it’s not destined to be,
So I pull up my boots,
And get on with this me.
Time ticks on.
Another thing follows,
As one moment’s gone.
Pushing on forward,
Or wanting to savour.
Hoping it will fall,
For once, in my favour.
I know what I want,
But it’s not destined to be,
So I pull up my boots,
And get on with this me.
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