Poetry Blogs (2018, Breakdown)
It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.
It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
Friday 17th August 2018 8:40 am
So here’s a funny story,
I met my relate councillor
in “The Priory”
we engaged in behaviour
tainted by impropriety.
We group therapie’d
but later in proceedings
We cried and
told the truth,
then smiled and lied,
each other could barely hide.
torn in two
Saturday 14th May 2016 12:10 pm
On the far side of broken pride,
clinging to scraps of humble pie,
the one thing she had left to hide,
Lora crumbled a little, by and by
Why was there no light of reason that night,
her vision blurred through splashing tears,
a future so uncertain as to give her fright,
as Lora looked for comfort in the recent years
The draw of those memories sucked her in more,
Wednesday 9th June 2010 3:25 pm