Poetry Blogs (pessimism)
I want to hop on a bus
At the closest stop
And trust me,
I know how boring it must seem
To ride aimlessly
But I have had a day
And I want nothing more
Than an aimless circle
As that's all
Really are, anyway
Friday 11th January 2019 1:18 am
In loving, I set myself up for loss,
In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,
What is the point in this moment or next?
We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...
From start to finish just feels like a flash,
Earn money, more money, broken for cash,
Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,
When death's knell calls, signalling my peace
So what is ...
Monday 29th May 2017 11:06 pm
You stand before an empty horizon,
The silhouette of the trees running sharply across the bottom of the sky,
Eyes fixed on those soulless, black shapes in the distance.
Your gaze wonders up – slowly. The sky transforms before you
From the light into the dark.
The moon hangs – trapped in the dawn of engulfment,
The ground beneath you is dim – stretching to meet the light.
Monday 18th April 2016 7:38 pm
Though I am surrounded
I am the loneliest person
Though I am celebrated
I am forever losing
Though I am revered
I am despised in one's eyes
Though I am loved
I am hated, truly hated
Though I walk with many
I am the lone walker
Though I hear your sincerity
I am deafened by self pity
Wednesday 27th May 2015 7:35 pm