Lying in bed Frustrated Lazy days That pass Ineffectually Intellectually Books and net Despondency Navel gazing And regret The sooner I get over this The sooner I can do all The same things Standing up Continue reading Irony in Injury. A poem.
Today, I tore my calf muscle. For those of you not familiar with the calf muscles, they are not part of a cow, but located on the back of your lower leg. They are important for balance, walking, running and generally being human. When you tear your calf muscle it normally happens high up on the back of the leg. It’s similar to an Achilles tendon rupture – you could be walking or running and then you hear a pop and feel intense pain. In my case it felt like the muscle had left the bone. The muscle has major tears in the fibres … Continue reading Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.
The dark encloses me It is bloated and vampiric, just fed And I am a foetal ball of fear Nested in a womb of my own making And from this poverty of light There is no escaping Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end That in my blindness I cannot see But until then The dark encloses me Continue reading The Dark. A poem.
My very last breath Suspended and succinct Drawn fatefully in duress Through a lifetime of failure And subdued success A turn of the corner Like a turn in my eye A fitful melancholy Forever present in mind My black dog companion Always here by my side The pall of loneliness More expansive than pride Who is there to remember All the good that I did All gone now, replaced By a requiem of sins And what now of love? In truth, all I needed That unrequited soul To whom my heart seceded This very last breath Perhaps like this will … Continue reading Last Breath. A poem.
Survivor You seek the truth Perhaps you’ll find it So full of survivor guilt In time your questions Will be answered Survivor You toss and turn at night Reliving all the moments That can’t be changed Will you ever Overcome your pain Survivor Get to your feet Climb back from the brink This is not defeat But a new beginning Only you can choose to be Born again Continue reading Survivor. A poem.
Your sins were profligate Rose and fell with the tide But the full moon did wane And the tide it did change You found absolution Nearly drove you insane Arose here in the twilight A much better man Left behind your trespasses Washed away out of sight But reminders remain As they should, of the pain A better man arisen From the tide’s angry refrain Continue reading Tide. A poem.
This life As much as I hate it Is all I have So suck it up And get on with it Make it a life Worth loving Continue reading This Life. A poem.
My light and my guide Through deep waters wide Your beacon a warning Rocks and shoals in the night If I’m caught in the storm And blown far off course May your lighthouse deliver me For better or worse Continue reading Beacon. A poem.
Remember life The semblance of Before the fall (So far you fell, maybe you’re falling still) When integrity, respect Were friends on call All you’ve done All your transgressions You just wish it wasn’t so Accept the facts (False truths … Continue reading Remember. A poem.
Time passes Wounds heal Leaving scars And memories Of tragedy That fade But never disappear Completely But make us Who we are Continue reading Wounds. A poem.
You are the final piece Of this eternal puzzle The final piece To intersect And combine To make the parts Into the whole Bringing purpose And new life Complete Continue reading Puzzle Piece. A poem.
Multiple iterations Played over and over A thousand times or more Of what went wrong But another iteration Won’t change the game Or the final outcome Continue reading Iterations. A poem.
I am a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Is this a prison Of my own making The wheel spins Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Trapped in a cycle Continual heartbreak And recrimination Round goes the wheel Never braking (Never breaking) I am the mouse Who dreams he is a man Who dreams he is a mouse On a wheel To nowhere Continue reading Wheel. A poem.
The furrowed brow The weight of my world Bringing me low My successes tarnished Corroded by rusty deeds And the lime of consequence Troubled thoughts Sail on a sea of responsibility The waves toss and tumble Almost as black as pitch And sticking like tar The dead weight of regret If I could be saved Would you extend a hand? Or let me be smashed on black reefs The wind is cold and hard It whispers in my ears A melody of darkness The fire fuelled And then brought low By implacable resistance Will I ever escape? Will I ever … Continue reading Anchor. A poem.
How could you say the things you did? And how could I respond in kind? Every bitter reproach Like a roadmap of our pain Every recrimination Like a hammer to my brain Holding back the tears Letting emotion and volume have their way Where logic would have saved the day Two mules head butting Unable to back down Two recalcitrants enabled In the aftermath When all is said and done When acrid smoke rises from the craters of regret Realising you can’t take back what was said And you wish you never had But it’s too late Far too late … Continue reading Too Late. A poem.
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