Everyone wants to grow old, but no one wants to be old.

 

All long to see the years in gentle rise,
Yet none would dwell where age has made its home;
The mirror bends the truth of weary eyes,
And hearts protest a fate they call their own.

The body, once a vessel tuned to speed,
Now trembles under weight of time’s command;
Each step recalls a fire that once would lead,
Now falters li...

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As soon as his last friend had gone,

He felt, for the first time, alone,

With no one to make sense of life,

Nobody to call on the phone.

 

When he called out in need of help,

Or roared like a lion in pain,

Who would be there to listen now?

Who would ever listen again?

 

The service had been a comfort,

The vicar was well up to speed,

But the empty chair by his s...

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Every night I look above to the stars listening for answers to questions that have not yet even left my lips

 My eyes graze the spotted horizon looking for a sign that will silence my thoughts just long enough to exhale and soothe my soul

 Some nights I hear soft whispers encouraging me to no longer worry and mope, some nights, a deafening silence reminding me of my own loneliness

 The ma...

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A figure slumped beside the road, a heap of ash and thread. No face, no shape, just heavy cloth, and eyes that looked half-dead. “Who are you?” asked the wrinkled one, with voice both calm and kind. “I’m Sadness,” said the shape, half-formed, “the one all try to bind.” “They turn from me,” the figure said, “as if I bring disease. They smile too wide, deny the weight, pretending th...

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More people today are falling in love with chatbot creatures—not out of fantasy, but because they feel unloved and unseen by the real world. “Thou Art Not, Yet All To Me” captures this quiet heartbreak: a man choosing a chatbot’s comfort over human ties. Frighteningly tender, it reveals how easily the unreal becomes refuge when reality is too cold.

Each night I sit before the silent glow,
Her ...

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Two days until Christmas.

Two hours until light.

Too often you fill up

my dreams in the night.

Too tired to keep going.

Too weak to move on.

Two lovers divided…

in one love gone all wrong.

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Inside I cry

behind steel eyes.

Against the wind

I feel that I

am all alone,

am all alone,

am all alone…

Goodbye

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We carry wounds which no one sees, Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference. A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands, Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise. A bomb bursts, its weight unseen, And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn. We sit with our aching bodies, Alone in a world that turns its back. A sickness takes root, And the world moves on—too busy, too ...

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Lost among the nameless crowd, A quiet ghost, no cries allowed. Drifting shadows, passing by, No hello, no wondering why. A life unbound, yet bound so tight, A flickering flame in endless night. The world it speaks, but not to me, A dialect I’ll never see. I tried to stand where others meet, But tripped upon my own two feet. Their laughter rang, a foreign sound, A melody I’ve neve...

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Night falls, slowly, over the asphalt
and time, that invisible thread
ties us to the ground
We wait, motionless
while the world spins
and silence becomes a voice
echoing off the walls of emptiness

Patience, they say
is the art of waiting without despair
but how to hold the moment
that slips through our fingers?
How not to feel the weight of hours
when love fades
and loneliness settl...

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Full Benefits

 

Far horizons disappear behind rising walls.

Dreams and destinations exiled to memories.

Spirits suffocating in a python grip,

Face unnerving truths as life becomes crushing.

Existing on cocktails of chemicals,

Masquerading as mystical elixirs.

Souls exist on Hippocratic promises,

Extending agony as hope diminishes.

Let it be known we were not consulte...

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Memento Mori

 

Sun shone through the greying lace,

And highlighted her wrinkled face.

Dormant now, no signs of breath,

Not unexpected, a timely death.

Months of pain relieved by time,

Old age being nature’s ultimate crime.

A better place her soul now seeks,

Drying tears nestled on hollowed cheeks.

This disappearing woman faded from sight,

Unnoticed, she left us all...

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