You cry in the rain to hide your tears Washing them away is what I fear Hard enough to let them fall Single drop, standing too tall. Pray at night so I’m out of sight Cowering but not out of fright nor hope, just fatigue and laze once humbled my vision now lost in haze. Open book I trace through pages Beautiful words travelled the ages Receiving not beyond ones throat Swallowing truth? Cough, splutter, choke.

Limbo Like a place between places Going somewhere but stuck at an oasis Stopped to rest and replenish myself Finding it impossible to regain my health. Waiting…unsure of what is to come Hopes for the best prepare to be undone Plan for worst is the way they say, Glance at the clock. Will I plan for today? Mirage A term well used to describe The disappointment faced and felt inside. Water doesn’t exist at the place first sighted Nowhere to be seen as the fires ignited. The truth is – there is no end, Looking for reason to make amend Then will be seen as the end of time arrives, The...

I don’t write prose because it’s harder to hide Pretend these words have a deeper meaning inside. Riddles and mixed messages are what I promote Like telling you my mind is tied to a rope Running down that non-existent hill with hopes to witness the morning chill. The lines between fantasy and reality are blurred Fatality appears to be my favourite word With every action, pain incurs so I no longer listen nor am I heard. How can I remember when I can’t forget Cold, but somehow not cold enough yet The frost melts as the sun rises The sand scarred with shut eyelids. Honesty is key...

Do you have a vision… What, like can I see? No, do you have sight of where you want to be. I live the days as they come, he says What happens tomorrow – I can’t guarantee today So why bother trying to be something I’m not Striving towards an ends only to end up in a box. If only lessons could be learnt through words Life is an experience to be lived, not heard Yet schooling seems to be the preferred option Those high horses falling nearest the bottom. I have a rough idea of the way out Sketched in my head is an erroneous route. The checkpoints are determined by ‘success’ To...

I told myself I would write tonight So I’m not going to sleep till this page isn’t so white Scratch my head, stroke my chin, what should I say Sitting in this spot doesn’t exactly pay. Yet I feel the urge to break the silence In my head that is, I can never stop the violence As war and peace collide in the back of my mind Ok, I admit, that isn’t my line. Point is, I have something on my chest Until I get it off I won’t be able to rest but I don’t know what it is and I can’t find any clues Like why do I say less every time I speak to you The only way is...

This is for you. Always leaves me with a smile, A while, since it has been there So much better than my deadly glare. Ironic really, the story tells Forced, abused – pain itself. Yet always laughing, joking with me As if, beyond eyes, truth can see. Fatigued with misery, dreams to be free Can’t see the leaves, nor the roots of this tree. Understanding is difficult, advice impossible Every other step, is more like an obstacle. Keep struggling I say, and remember to pray God will guide you from going astray. Can’t leave the house, ‘dads about’, No doubt. Like to dress...

I’m going to kill myself, it’s too much to bear On my tenth pill, I think I’m almost there. The house is empty. They left me all alone. He cheated. Then told me over the phone Ripped out my heart and tore it into pieces So I gave it him back to iron out the creases Or so I thought. I really am naïve Pulled out another trick from under his sleeve. Forget the warnings, I want the fantasy Smile at day to cry at night – reality is tragedy Tears wont stop flowing, I’m sick of asking why Every single step has been a lie, after lie. No. Not him. I lied to myself. Blindfolded...

Powerful words cause commotion Rock the boat so full of emotion The wind blows making trees sway Will I act this day to change my way Or wait until I have something to say Life is a miracle, with an instruction manual Read it, understand it…then blow out the candle Can’t see light at the end of the tunnel Stop looking at life through a funnel The possibilities are endless in the mind Now how do I get past the limit of time I opened my mouth but no words came out Think I’m ready to bring change about?