The truth is you’re on your own, Always and forever, Others may share your journey with you, Some may offer words of comfort, Or go along for the ride if it suits them to, But you’re on your own, Always and forever And that is how it will stay Advertisements
Inside, pushing outward there is pressure, And it feels like someone is about to die, Or perhaps has died already, There is very little point in continuity, And yet I sally forth, like all the other fools Who like me, are lost and voiceless Bypassed by rescue ships and circling in directionless swirls, ‘I never … More Poem – Pain
Don’t try to stop me, You won’t be able to When the time comes I will be glad to go; When I go I swear I will be glad Continuance seems tortuous Why continue? Is it the guilt we fear? Devastation remains, When the person is gone, Are my thoughts then, guilty? … More Some Haikus
What Do I know? Not much at all, I know I am often confused, And do not understand the world around me, I know that other people are at best, enigmas And at worst, actively hostile It is all meaningless in the end, Of that I am quite sure, But other than that, I know … More Poem – What Do I Know Anyway?
I am a red blob of pain, Black, burned and cracked, My legs and arms have left me, Stump-like I shuffle, directionless, A disembodied torso which will not die, Serrated blades point the way, All I know are knives, Don’t talk to me of life, What has life ever done for me? What has it … More Poem – Untitled
Which is better? To have lived or to have never been born? To die or to continue with an unsatisfying life? To continue in pain, Or to risk change, which can itself cause pain? This is no poem, It’s just me asking myself, What happens next, What would I like it to be? Do I … More Poem – Of Sorts
All I know is I’m in pain And it bloody hurts I cried today in therapy, It was all too much, you see And all I know is, It hurts Money is a curse, Work is worse, Not having either makes me terse, And all I know is, I’m in pain, The sourness of these … More Poem – Pain