• Poetry

    Gear

    Here I am spun out on gearWill tomorrow be less full of fear? Don’t worry it’s all legal,Free too, for those that are frugal. Each prescription goes, if you think I’m a drain,To fight the good fight – the war on pain.Because the nerves won’t listen anymore,They have panic attacks no matter the score. Adhesions don’t know how to healLeaving me unsure how to feelUnable to trust my own two feet on the floorDid you think I was joking when I said it’s a war? Like my body is on a spreeDesperately seeking a space to be freeTrying to find a moment of peace for my mindOverwhelmed by all my…

  • Poetry

    Lonely is the Hour

    Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;Deafening roars surround,As your mind starts to roam,Silence only growsWith each passing minute –Wrapping you within it,As if to keep you from weeping Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;When the sound is getting louderVivid colours in the darknessAre a plague upon your stageMemories dance before youAs the seconds fall awayInto the chasm of the night Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;Growing to its crescendo”Hush now!”While it’s screaming in your earRelentlessly shrieking with laugherAs it carries on its torture,Methodical and thorough Lonely is the hour,When the sound of sleep,Is silence;When the seconds last far longerAs the peace…