I didn’t see the cracks in
the floor, widening as the
weeks went by. Candles
not burning as bright as
they had through the
years gone before.
The rocky road, the
tumble and the
falling. Fear an
absentee with the
safety net approaching.
Deeper and deeper
in the well of life,
through the endless
lies, no net in
sight.

I do confess I sometimes wonder
Of pigs and sheep of new beginnings

I am but one, a sole survivor, at least I hope my path is longer
Getting stronger as days get longer a lighter mind a subtle change
Nothing seen but less of sorrow fills my days until the morrow

If you asked I wouldn’t know limited my skills are few
No coming back no going forward the nights are cold the mornings hollow

The doors are closed the windows open
Cold chills down my back my head is hurting
The knees are aching from all the praying
Who prays these days
Expecting answers
Fools – wanting new beginnings

Am I wrong, or seeing mirrors?
Are you wide awake or running on autopilot?
Do you enjoy them? Those in line, me among them, in a queue so long.
No end in sight, all ages and all colours.
From niece to nanny, screaming children and moaning mothers.
They’re all the same, grieved and sorrow, all so troubled like no tomorrow.
Awaits your blessing and awaiting their salvation.
Hope you carry, hope is the message of today.

I do my hardest to make you laugh.
My mind is clear you deserve it all.
Day in day out, stuck inside your tiny room.
Window sill the size of a book.
You laugh with me, or at me, you decide.
Do you have a rock? Someone to lean on, brick on brick.

Out of the darkness, would you enjoy me? Would you laugh with me? Could I take your worries away? Can you give me hope, or shatter my illusions? Like all the others.

Slippery hands on oily ropes
Shackles undone, not by choice
With no grip
No safety net

I am falling
Free falling
Spiralling upwards
Gravity no longer affecting me

Falling
Not jumping off
Holding on
Perhaps too long

I am falling
Where is your hand
I am falling
And no safety net

I sent you a picture today

It was recently taken

and fairly sane – I think

Accurately depicting

Who I was on that day

It is for you too keep

Use it, to remember me

It is the last one

You will ever see

I don’t know you

But I fear you

Fear your thoughts

Fear your words, harsh words most likely

Fear your dislike and discontent

A battering ram upon me

Torture.

You kill me – slowly

Kill me without words

Kill me without thoughts – most likely

Kill me without even knowing me – for sure

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.

I put no blame upon you, because WTFRU?