Tomorrow calls

As midnight falls,

Darkness consumes the light,

Tomorrow's here

It's my worse fear,

I still feel far from right............

On Sunday I find myself cursed,

By the drink I had last night,

My head it pains, like frozen rain,

My eyes adverse to to light.

A tale that's full of wonderment,

But one that you might like,

I went to town to buy a hat,

Yet came home with a bike.

Lackadaisically lazy,

Freethinking state-of-mind,

Purposively pensive,

Generously kind.



Occasionally cautious,

Heavy set, a belting beard,

Despicably dizzy,

And wonderfully weird.

What's hidden far beneath us,

What lies there underground,

Appears at night so silently,

A silent death we've found

One moment, a chance,

Don't blink,

Romance

My best friend is called whiskey,

I think he's really neat,

When I'm out with whiskey,

My whole life seems complete.

Little woolly monsters,

Dark as vampire bats,

Frightening the children,

Who else, but knitted cats

I cannot change the words I've said,

The acts or reacts too,

But simply put, my mouth my foot,

At all times I love you.

Too much noise,

Deafening

Sound,

Fills my head,

Whilst

Wandering round,

At times I fear,

My head

May pop,

Please make the noise,

Lessen

Then stop

I caught a cold in winter cold,

Who knows my nose was red,

When suddenly I saw a saw,

A deed indeed was bled.

Off out to the garden,

Let's hope it doesn't rain,

Whilst I know that I am waterproof,

Getting wet is such a pain.

Do we dread death

fear dying,

Or is it something more,

Could it be life

actual living,

That scares us, I'm unsure

Once more I find myself alone,

Sat, over-thinking all,

For once will my poor mind just rest,

And not for thoughts will trawl,

A time for much reflection,
To look back with pronounced fear,
On all the things that we regret,
Oh great, it's a New Year.

When I was quite little,

I wanted to be old,

I realised as time passed by,

I was wrong, if truth  be told.

I see,

I saw,

I've seen

Before.

I am,

I can,

I'm just,

A man.

I fear,

A foe,

I'll never

Taking off my clawing coat,

Letting my belt come free,

My clothes no longer seem to hide,

My pronounced belly.

We celebrate the winter sun,

The darkness' died and light has won.

Tripping over nothing,

Slipping far too much,

I'm cursed with being clumsy

breaking everything I touch.

I shall never seek perfection,

It's not something I'll attain,

For even though, As we all know,

Imperfection is a strain.

One more drink before I go,

Then I'll stagger nice and slow,

And maybe fall or maybe not,

Boy I think I've drunk a lot.

The release,

Adrenaline,

Addictive,

Fuelled,

Fired,

Final.....

An early Easter Sunday,

I'm looking out for eggs,

I'm running round the garden on,

My tired little legs.

Who is it that's watching you,

Your phone, your files, and more,

What will they see when they look close,

Yes, every crack, and flaw.

Leech drawn,

Blood drunk,

My life,

Old junk.

Iced blood, like syrup seeps out,

From self cut arms and veins,

I never thought I'd make it,

Perhaps my life, my pain

Life, when living in a bottle,

At times can seem quite strange,

I awake, a drink I take,

Yet always hope for change.

I promised myself I wouldn't worry

but I did,

And still do,

That I wouldn't quit

right before giving up

putting down

siting still,

To try harder

not cheat

or lie,



My promises are just words

empty gestures to self improvement,

I promise to do better

I promise to be on time

next time

honestly.

A momentary lapse of thought,

Missed opportunity,

I miss a still and peaceful mind,

The chance to simply be happy.

New year,

New day,

Can't cope,

Same way,

The mind,

Too strange,

Need help,

Need change

First

mere faint lines,

Adding pressure

gradually,

Over time,

Causing skin

to redden

scratch,

Then

cut

bleed,

heal

scar.....

It's difficult to speak out loud,

Though I do know what to say,

Perhaps my voice will ring again,

And the fear will fall away

Do you not see,

The pain inside,

Broken wide,

The tears I've cried,



Do you not see,

The things I see,

A heart not free,

Why I can't be,



Do you not see,

The end is nigh,

I'll say goodbye,

And gladly die.

To kiss the early morning sun,

The promise of a day so fun,

One that has only begun,

To share with you, the day, as one

I have a busy schedule,

Yet what I never see,

Is a time for mere reflection,

A time to be just me.

Cold,

Stone,

I lie,

For now upon,

The stone,

Soon,

To be,

Beneath

A chequered past,

Secrets and lies,

Lack alacrity,

No real surprise

I fear the end,

When should it be,

Control of,

My own destiny.



I fear the end,

It's mine to choose,

To battle on,

Or simply lose

I catch a mere reflection,

Of myself, in window pane,

Should I look upon such sorry sight,

I may never look again.

Olly was an octopus,

He had 8 legs and arms,

He gave good hugs,

And shoulder shrugs,

But juggling was his charm.

A call to sleep,

But even though,

My eyes are shut,

To sleep, but no.

Struggling to fight each day,

Cold biting from inside,

Would the World even blink,

Had he just simply died

I sit and look,

Indifferently engaging,

People pass by,

Mindless cadavers,

Seeking more,

Having less,

Racing to mortality.

Not noticed on inspection,

Nor found on careful looks,

No telltale signs apparent,

Nothing read in books,

No plaster can repair it,

The scars and soul are torn,

The problem of my broken mind,

Endured since I was born.

It's difficult,

It's hard, I find,

The fear, that lives,

Inside my mind,

A fear of here,

Of now, of all,

Disabled by,

Fear's fateful call.

As the weekend fast approaches,

I reach my hand up high,

Raise my favourite wine glass,

Then drink my wine goodbye

Fingers,

Vine twisted,

Barbed wire,

As I unfold,

Open,

A fist,

They bleed,

Feeding leaches.