I’m not sure how to present this one to you. I know I’m sounding like another broken record that needs changing. A year on and I’m still therapeutically rambling on about how I feel and how things affect me.

I tell myself not to write this way, prattling on about an illness that, like me, so many other people suffer from in differing degrees. Unfortunately, I say it like I see it, I write it like I feel it and for right now it feels like stuff is changing so quickly, I don’t want to lose my grip on… Stuff.

Then again, maybe I should; just let go.

Oh well, c’est la vie.


Who am I?

Where am I?

Just a wanna be

Trying to be


Earning money

From politics

I don’t understand

Or even care about


I’ve become a nobody

Moaning and groaning

Too old to try

Too old to care


Huh, lost my hair

My dreams now

Histories Jokes

Laughed at and forgotten


My future unclear

A genetic fear

My present, not the gift

I hoped to live up to


Maybe my time has come

To quit… Again

And let my demons

Take the reigns


I’m tired, let them win

And I’ll resign

To whatever outcome

Whatever destination


They have prepared for me

Laid before me

Take what has

Become of me


The shadow of the person

I wanted to be

Thought I’d be

But turned out you see




Copyright © JRFC January 2019

Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC



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