Poetry Blogs (ache)
Brian Maryon on Not Looking Forward to My Old Age, Specifically Arse Wiping (25 minutes ago)
The haunting past,
The heart of anxiety,
The present limitations,
The lack of belief in myself,
Uncertainty of knowing myself,
These are the lions in my den,
The lighting and thunder in my storm,
The dark walls enclosing on my shoulders,
The waves that are ready to pummel me in my ocean of lif...
Thursday 14th June 2018 3:38 am
I had broken the invisible the bridge
That linked you to my soul,
Since the day you pushed me to the ridge
And told me “we wouldn’t last”.
It had been months since I thought of
“You and I” as one.
I was happy, I felt new!
Then I had a dream,
And it pulled me back to you.
You left without saying,
To a land of solitude,
From where uncertain was your return,
You left as you couldn’t bar...
Saturday 14th January 2017 7:31 am
My parents laugh from the other room,
Their happiness makes me sad.
I wonder if they are aware
Of my broken heart
Or if they have ever experienced
An ache like mine.
His face is everywhere:
In a building with a million corridors
I can't ignore,
The feeling of a ghost
Lurking sore in the pathways of my mind
There is nothing to be said or done.
Wednesday 28th May 2014 12:48 am