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




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One of My Clouded Moments

With a bit of luck I won’t have too many of these moments this year but if it does get out of the cage, as it inevitably will, I can hopefully cope with it better. Published back in July this is:

Broken Mind


Staring at the letters on the page

What do they mean to me?

All I see is a language unknown

Don’t make a blind bit of difference

To how I feel

Brain freeze: Word Blindness: Numbing Ache

I can’t get a break

From my blank moments

Comatose for hours

Coming around seconds later

Glazed, feeling hung over

Bound to a broken mind

I can’t find an answer

Maybe it’s time to just stop and

Give in.

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Here I Am Again

Here I am again

Amused by what I see

Watching those sprint by

Don’t know why

Just a thing I do

While I wait


It baffles me

Spending your lives

Chasing the dream

It seems like you live

With heads in clouds

Not looking around


Trying to get by

On some materialistic high

And a grunt from the weight

Of all that burden

And the choices you make



Life’s short enough

To worry about that stuff

And wake up one day

Look in the mirror

‘When did the years go by?’

A sigh


And a knock on the door

You deplore as you run

Down the stairs

To see me there

As I help you up

From your neck breaking fall


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