This time of the year which it generally is at this time of the year when the snow sits light on the Landseer lions, a white-out but who'd spend a night out in this?

The thin veil between being a success or one who will fail gets thinner still
there will be lonely this Christmas and far from home
those who are
homeless and penniless and chilled through to the bone,

what Carol shall we sing to them?
not God rest ye because there are no merry gentlemen
but there are plenty of mental health problems,

Landseer growls
his lions growl
the winds still howl
and drown out the noise of
those crying.

She comes highly recommended
It’s imperative; a must
To explore her in amazement
And feel her tender touch
Love is ever fleeting
There’s no one you can trust
The things we share
Cannot compare
To an evening full of lust

To hurry and scurry and gather and gloat
To sit and stare and glare and bloat
To dream and scream and writhe and rage
Trapped all within a subtle cage

something empty
in my life
feels less empty
when i write

and then as you're leaving work on Friday evening someone will say, have a great weekend and you reply, thanks, but I was thinking of sewing my eyes shut and cutting all ties, now I have to consider what was said to me and whether it was said humorously or seriously and quite curiously I've realised that I don't care,

Monday will still be there
laughing at my grey hair
and I'll still be here
fearing for my sanity.