Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

Fire Fire

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grains of sand
in a glass of
timeless endings,

kisses I felt
through the years of
pandemonium tension,

skinny jeans
through and through
passionless tapdance,

the fire’s dying embers
a reminder of the
truth

13 reasons why

you did not ask why / I tell you anyway / it was cowardice perhaps / fear driven stumbles through the mists of vanity / you show yourself always / inside and out / I hide and never like / your external images / forgiveness is optional / I care neither way / your beauty persists / my certainty prevail

“I don’t fall in love your words, I fall in love with the way you put them together”

– me,

darkness falls

rotten to the core of man / worms nibbling away at corpses / the hungry and the frozen stiff / hope as the ultimate saviour / mankind is a fragile species / I am no longer / participating

in graves / dug by hand / I stand / mortality’s fleeting end / a mist of death / hovers / I close my eyes / sinking fast

a.g.a.i.n (prequel #1)

circle-no-10:

my heart is beating faster than normal

I am staring into the screen, scrolling up and down a

document; a specification of some kind,

click-click – a paragraph highlighted

click – highlight gone

click-click; click

scroll up – scroll down

my heart is beating faster

click

I cannot show it affecting me

click

scroll

click-click

scroll

It must have been about an hour later I realised I could no longer breath…

I have to go now – flight mode on

I stood up, turned left and walked out the office. I did not shed any tears but only because I filled my head with the mantra “there is a bottle of red waiting”, that kept me going. I cannot recall how I got home but I suspect the usual route was taken. The decision of what to do next was fast approaching.

Update: I stayed home for three days but did eventually return to the place of work. The situation got resolved and I stayed on for another four months before fell ill, and I am still in recovery.

End of Days

then came the end of days / my end of days / the start of my fall from grace / “I do not love you anymore” the final statement / I said nothing, knowing full well the signs were showing / very well then, so be it / I just wished you could have said / “I love you”, just once / before you pushed me / ever so gently towards the edge / my fall from grace commencing

for 30 years I fed the beast / my hypomanic monster / for 30 years it gnawed away / to leave me null and void / for 30 years of serving others / never slowing down / for 30 years I walked the walk / now spineless I withdraw

the scrapbook of lovers departed / pages stained and soiled / memories of times of heartache / leftover from a witless fool

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