Storm Petrel
The black death, you troubadour, songwriter
Writing to verse, cauterising your heart
Sit in bars, watching the optics pour
Harbingers of bad weather.
Monday 2nd December 2024 2:11 pm
Gone Girl
I collect up the pieces of my former life
Photos, articles, trinkets and pictures,
that reverberate with a life once lived,
far away from where I am now.
I was once a borderline, edging death.
A cathartic catchpole where I caught nothing but pain.
Grazing on the remnants of the past, I realise
that I was set up to fail.
No one there to see the beating heart of kindness.
...Wednesday 27th March 2024 6:52 pm
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