Fragile things
heart strings
easily pulled and
tightened
often scared and
frightened
old hurts can make
them close
how long to open
nobody knows
beware if its yours
that’s been pulled
into a false sense of
security
you can be lulled
Fragile things
heart strings

Firing words from pen

shooting from the hip

safely hidden in my den

no risk of punch in lip

Writing is a release

stops many a row

irons out many a crease

to it’s power I bow

Freedom in anonymity

let emotions speak

no accountability

coming out, not for the weak

Reality an unwelcome intruder

bills, what could be ruder

want to stay in a place of illusion

facts cause too much confusion

don’t tell me the truth, tell me what I want to hear

of flattery and guise I have no fear

I live in a world of my creation

can say, I’ll never move, with no hesitation

Rain you came splashing all the morning
awakened, still dreamy on my pillow
you wash my days away
with peace you came
after the storm, listening for birds
silence in this world

Flickering fires, dim candlelight
Barely pierce the chill Winter night
In a world of toil with no hope of change
Life is a trial down Strugglers Lane

Endless worry is their lot
The only rest is when they drop
Nothing but hardship mingled with pain
That's what's on offer down Strugglers Lane

No escape, nowhere to go
Best do a deal with the devil you know
Nothing comes easy, it's always the same
That's how it is down Strugglers Lane

If you find yourself anywhere near
Heed my advice, stay well clear
Turn right around, go back again
Don't take the sign to Strugglers Lane