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.

I was once a sitting duck, until the

Scottish lass; with her colourful

strokes, became a friend of sorts; I

paid no more than fair I swear, she

brought upon us the written;

a truth for child and adult alike,

and I feel a sadness now inside;

Her resorting to mind alterings;

as the light is here, always here,

I swear,

my wee lass,

stay away; stay away

the darkest days are

gone; and done

There are two worlds in which I exist [ existed / existing ] … a home; a boat on a shared sea. I am not [the] captain. There are no oars. I sail without sails. Endless crossings. One provides a voice; no restrictions; [and] smiles. Two has no doors, just dark corners & bottomless oceans. Words stuck in throats […] never come out; unless soaked in 60 proof solubles. Here be dragons. [drowning dragons]

Food no longer sustains me, the recipes of old tastes bland, & however fried lacks in texture, I hunger for sustinence, I crave the love; well cooked

In the red corner: the traveller, the

businessman, the one who has it all

.

In the blue corner: the paperweight, the

slacker, the one no longer wanting

.

[no contest will here take place; our

two contestants are one, the same]

.

[the path not taken in this case of ours,

of little significance, nay say none]

.

[time will not explain how red transformed

to blue, nor if magenta hides; a bore]

.

[of solitude; of loneliness; of such states

of agony; our answer should be painted]

.

.

.

the end

[if not a beginning]

I used to blame time passing; past, present

For the brain freezes and memories fading

Now I blame

[oh look spiders]

alzheimers for

[hello beauties]

my

[all those letters]

continuing

[unopened]

struggle to

[]

keep myself

[shred ‘em I will]

on top of things

[ashamed to admit it]

on one side of the door / locked / the glorious rays of sunshine / on one side of the door / locked / the uncleansing rain / the turmoil

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