Forgiving

If you do not stop When I ask you to stop Then I will not stop Saying it has to stop If you carry on Being bleak on and on Then I will go on As we need to get on If we can be kind See each other as kind A much better kind…

Mind

Scrambled thinking. Eyes closed. Wild, tangled, incoherent images. Stop. Breathe. Drunk? Drugged? No. Cannot hold a thought. Careering round, here, there. Spinning. Breathe. Chattering. Snippets slicing. Flashes ricocheting. Lights. Eyes closed. Sleep.

Moods

Moods are strange and changeable Like waves they rise and fall One day can start untroubled And end against the wall Buoyant is our daily aim Keep jolly with the pain Beware a mood can drown you Be cheerful in the rain Be content and satisfied Not focused on a woe Rise above your moods…

Mending

Cannot do this anymore Crumpled broken on the floor With the shadows of the rain Streaming down the window pane Breaking loud within my soul Scraping licking out the bowl Trampled cracks in a tile Filling slowly with my bile Cannot listen anymore Focused mending wanting more Seeing blazing rays of light Streaming in to…

Helps

She hurts Inside Of her pain She cannot tell Her skin Is her voice Inside Crying help I would Rather not Be writing These things But when She is close It helps To let it out

Inside

Daunting hollow Buzzing growth Blinkered hidden Losing mind Life alone Hunt inside Outside shut Nonsense mind Stretching out Pushing hands Suffer void Grasping mind

Scars

Delighted to be home, he sped from the house with the dog on its lead. School shorts, bare legs, not a care. Turning left careering down hill, he flew full of joy along the pavement. Unable to hesitate at the kerb, his leaping stride fast and perilous, his footing buckled. Forward he fell, the gravelled…

Wardrobe

I’m getting in my wardrobe Because I want to hide I know it will be cosy When I am inside I need to feel the cloth About my naked self I know this really is Amazing for my health I do it everyday It’s such a massive help Sitting in the wardrobe Perching on a…

Ode to BED

I want to throw my bed away Don’t want it anymore I want to sleep outside my head Not barren on the floor I want to live not die like this Without a life to live My bed’s the thing that’s killing me Or is it in my head The bed won’t last, it must…