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.

CHAINS OF PERFECTION

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The painting

never finished,

The poem

without ending,

The words

almost spoken,

Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls

SILENCE TALKING

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The language of my dreams

is Silence

Muted colours flickering

among Shadows

Mist and mostly

twilight fills the

Path of Righteousness

without knowing

if it is me walking

or the Silence

talking

BLEEDING FEET

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Chasing dreams

like dancing leaves

in autumn breeze

always in pursuit

never catching

falling short

left empty handed

with bleeding feet

ENDING ON A HIGH

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Starved, shaking on the
verge of breaking,
saved by hummus and pita.

Added delight of a
Donner kebab, salsa and
salad, I will survive this night.

The munchies though
calls for more,
slices of pizza here I go

Cheesecake, treat-cake
orange and vodka, Friday’s
ending on a high

BLEEDING FINGERS

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Come on now
it’s only six effin’ strings
five sticky fingers
too wide
how hard can it be
to decide
give up
or go on
with blisters and
bleeding fingers

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