Dawn

Then the realisation set in It was not only trust that was lacking But also respect It walked out of that door the first time he left and never returned A lightbulb moment of realisation That he did not respect her in anyway There was no option now.

Trust Gone

He crept out the house Snuck away in the night Not for the first time A regular occurrence of madness She knew She waited not knowing if he would return Or where he was He blamed drink He denied all wrong doing He told crazy lies The trust was gone Would she stay Would she

Biography opening

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? I was both successful and a failure at the same time.

Don’t step on a crack…

Are you superstitious? When I was a youngun, the poem was, don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your back No walking under ladders. A black cat crossing your path is a good omen. Finding a penny brought you luck for the day, pass it on you will have luck for a year. Breaking

Life goes on

It’s a never ending circle Wake every day Same stuffs occurring Minds not with the game Taking tablets dulls the pain Make you tired and heavy But life goes on.

Painful Happy Memories

It dampens my days when happy memories come up, when I know I’m no longer part of future happy memories with that special person/s. Broken families are terrible but some just can’t be fixed. It’s not just a personality clash, it’s removing yourself from toxic and violent situations which result in you no longer being

Prayers

I find myself praying a lot recently, as a person constantly confused about faith I sure have a lot of it. I believe all religions pray essentially to the same one being. No one is right or wrong in this instance, what matters is faith in something bigger and the journey you take now. So

Tales from a younger me 2

Walking for miles Through fields and woodland Jumping streams Breathing in the air Laying in the long grass Daydreaming about life Hours would pass No cares Believing in something bigger Seeing wonder in the world Oh how to see that now.

Can’t sleep

Because my mind refuses to stop singing, ‘ GET THIS PARTY STARTED’ by Pink. I’ve not even heard this song for ages, maybe it was on an advertisement or maybe this is the start of a migraine, pain medication or stress; but I guarantee by the early hours I’ll be sick of this song. I’ll

Torn

The knife comes from an invisible source Pain searing through my abdomen I struggle to move Like a fire has been ignited Burning from the inside Searing flesh Pain relief is useless And so I sit Motionless Patiently waiting and breathing For this pain to end When will it end.