Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm
Gaze into the mirror
at the face behind the mask
and wonder if it's really you,
or don’t you dare to ask?
Who can know what lies beyond
the mirrors fragile face,
reflections of another life;
another time or place?
Touch the chill upon the glass
and see a tiny ripple,
was it real or in your mind,
did it really feel so supple?
Gaze into empty eyes...
Friday 18th September 2015 2:00 am
Oh deep, dark depression,
my uninvited guest,
the persistence of oppression
is precluding my life’s zest.
The dark before sunrise
of a dawn that just won't break,
suppressed by a thirst for my soul
that only sorrow can now slake.
The wisps that you are weaving
are clouding my damp eyes,
a cold and cloying shroud
that’s covering all that I desire.
Thursday 20th August 2015 11:58 pm
He returns from the shop
The thin man
Carrying a bag
Full of food
The thin plastic handle of the bag
Cuts his fingers
Leaving red marks
His wife sits
In the bed she has spent most of her life in
Spilling out of her purposely undersized clothes
Covered in sores and weeping flesh
He passes her a carton of cream
Monday 29th June 2015 4:58 pm
There in the corner of the black beneath my bed
Wednesday 29th April 2015 2:49 pm
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own? No, I’m fine.
Pressing on. Carefully. A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness. Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything. Only hear.
Where are the others? I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 3:46 pm