Scared as a crow I fear the always open field, Armour ready, steady shield, Advancing, My march is glacier slow. As hard is the rock and open the place, Iron shoes, lactic lace, Sweating, My back is arched like a clock stuck at two. Head cracked with ball and fist, Frustration racing, mind … Continue reading Crow Scared – (old post)
It is not always the winning that wins the race, More the finding, understanding ones pace. Lungs will burn, legs will seize, Ankles will twist, knuckles will freeze, Eyes will stream and flow. Not everybody’s race is there to be won, It is there to be run, it is there to be done, Along … Continue reading Finding The Pace – (old post)
I am anxious all of the time and fear is my burden chime. Hands are locked, eyes are tight, a constant need to fight or flight. I am exhausted all of the time, always listening to the burden chime. The constant chime never stops, no pleading or begging pause these chiming clocks. The clock always ticks, … Continue reading Burden Chime – (old post)
Turn down the volume, It makes me want to scream out loud, while standing among-st this silent crowd. No volume button at my discretion, To sooth my thoughts or allow for a calmer expression. My tortured look sliced across my face, Like a man who once had a happier mind space. Is … Continue reading Mind Radio (edited version)
How I fear my troubled mind, you never do treat me kind. How I fear my troubled mind. Moonlight creeping, through pane of glass, how I pray my fear won’t last. How I fear my troubled mind. Silent taunting, mocking laughter, my troubles lasting ever after. How I fear my troubled mind. … Continue reading Troubled Mind – (old post)
I feel nothing as nothing has ever felt and feels, Nothing as in what lies between the land and the sky, Not a flicker of flickering flaming light, Nor wanting care, pass these rolled eyes that do stare, Upward, and always marble black. Empty as a cup that is all but sipped and supped … Continue reading Numb
I feel I am dead, as dead as a nail, All hammered and coffin All bent and rust. Buried back down deep beneath the cold And frozen black dust. And yet I still breathe, a tired man’s breath, Albeit a sigh, a solemn draw, While I hammer at the window While I wrap at … Continue reading Dead As A Nail
This was one of the first poems I wrote. Made some slight changes here and there.
I have made some changes to this poem as I feel the original lost course somewhere in the middle, this is due to it stirring a lot of feelings inside me when I was writing it. Anyway, hope the new version goes down well. Thanks
When I have my darkest days I have to keep pulling myself up. Its a hard climb. I am sure at one time or another we have all known that feeling.