Poison. A poem.

Your words are poison
Entering my ears, seeping to my brain
Flowing through arteries, capillaries and veins
To my torso, arms and legs and beyond
Sapping my strength, dropping me to my knees
Feeding my ever-present pain, drawing forth tears
That return your bitter poison to the earth beneath my feet

Another dark poem. Some day I’ll write a happy one. Just not right now.

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Ghosts. A poem.

The house is empty now
But shadows whisper longingly
Faded images de-coupled
Waltzing to a memory

We walked here once
Now we are past tense
Conjoined in the dust mites
Holographic vestiges

The house breathes
In and out, submissive
Each breath synchronised
A myopic symphony

It remembers all too well
The agony and blame
Of souls sold to sadness
Anger, rage and pain


The skies give freely
And rain paints the grey
Metallic spectrum glistens
Tears on window panes

Long shall our ghosts walk here
Unfettered by these frames
Dwelling in forevermore
Long shall these ghosts remain


This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so.

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