Anxiety is strangling me forcing air out of my already battered lungs. I cannot deal with this distraction not on top of every other pained emotion I feel. I want these nightmares to end. Contemplating the pros and cons of life has taken its toll and it bores me, I’m finished and need it to … Continue reading Is This The Moment? – a poem about……….
Fractured memories the ones that hurt the most I forgot how much they sting could have ended it, almost. Curse my tainted eyes for they still feel the same they’ve seen much suffering their gaze still seeks to blame. I surrendered to a faith thought I would give it a try embraced a twisted vision … Continue reading Throw It Away – a poem about……..
What have I become? Is any of this real? Slipped into the past No longer can I feel. Darkness floods me eyes Scratching away my sight Removed from myself I begin to lose the fight. What have I become? When I have to hide away Free from your vitriol Don't expect me to pray. Blackened … Continue reading What Have I Become? – a poem about……..
Mental wounds don’t always heal. Not permanently anyway, they can remain prominent and so fragile, splitting open at the mere faintest of touches, pouring out negative emotions and abhorrent imagery, until we begin to fall into the cold waters of despair. Sometimes, we can fight against the tides of misery, swimming towards the glimmering surface, … Continue reading The Man Who Cannot Swim – a poem about………..
I recall the times you told the stories with prominence we knelt in unison, simultaneously ingesting your dogmatic views questions formed, silently burning me inside a world of conflict sin was manufactured, keeping us in line and obediently curious. Fundamental justification juxtaposed, against an individual ideology painful retribution administered to those in doubt souls cast … Continue reading Embittered Communication – a poem about…….
In times of despair family solve the problems I embrace their love
Separated into fragments broken and irregular distorted by darkened memories burned so black they're now irrelevant waiting for you to appear to embrace me with your tenderness. Some days, I do feel better though I still wander blindly onward hoping that you will hold my hand show me what I cannot see to recognise what … Continue reading Jigsaw Puzzle – a poem about……….