The Man Who Cannot Swim – 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, …

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I Do Not Want This – a poem about………

When you get too near can you not see the tear that exists on my face as if tattooed in place. It trickles down my skin exposing what is felt within illustrating that all's not well reminding me that I'm in hell. Separating what is whole dividing me from my soul killing what I feel …

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Jigsaw Puzzle – a poem about……….

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 …

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Angel – a poem about…………

You are an Angel connected to my heart, not one spoken about freely via some religious dictation, but, a sentient being for whom I have a fixation despite my mental dilation, I feel you in my reality, sensations magnified when I hold you in my sweet caress, longing for the moment to never end. Sweet …

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Sing – a poem about…………

Shackled within this blackened tomb ignorant silence rains downwards on me as I long to hear my Mother sing. Sweet lullabies soothe my angry mind melodies recited with a measured responsibility how I crave the sounds to present calm. Catastrophic storms erupt within my weakened existence intent only to bring forth sufferance taking delight in inflicting …

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World of my Illusion – a poem about………

I present to you my dearest, a world of my illusion, one without fear and filled with an innocent happiness, yet - it is strained, with a sense of mass-produced confusion, not that it really means the core of it should matter any less. Still - I view the world with a sense of fear, …

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