Trapped

Where have you gone?
Behind that forced smile and
Tired, lifeless eyes?
Where is the spirit
That used to sparkle and dance
In once-twinkling eyes?
Come... come...
Take my hand, weary soul;
Step forward once more...
This is your time to shine
Together we can fly
Body and soul
United and free
Let's set ourselvees free
Let's soar, once more...

Insight...

I think of you 

With needles in your eyes 

To help you see

Yet you can't see

Have you ever seen?

Will you ever see?

Or do you just see 

What you want to see

Through blinkered

Narrow-minded

Judgemental eyes 

Full of bitterness and self pity?

Will you ever see 

Your mistakes or

Will you always 

Be blind, only able to see 

The next glass of whisky

That might or might not 

Help drown the grief

As a temporary, yet long term,

Measure?

From a safe distance

I can see and

Still, I wish you well.

Dad

Dad

I remember when
You walked across town
Late one night
To shove a letter through my door
Telling me what a failure I am
And always have been.
So I wonder why
Do I still
Miss you...
And I wonder if
You miss
Me?

Procrastination...

 



Embers smoulder in the fireplace as the sun starts to sink behind the rooftops. A seagull weaves across the sky, darting in and of heavy grey rainclouds. The sleeping cat in the armchair groans in contentment as a blackbird outside calls to her mate. The days are getting shorter as the countdown to the year’s end continues. It is hard to get motivated when the fireplace, the kitchen and comfort foods beckon so enticingly. Yet there is work to be done. Procrastination is my enemy and I don’t like to fight. I’m a pacifist. Not a fighter. But sometimes I think it might be quite helpful to slay this particular dragon… Procrastination; be gone... or do you have something to teach me, I wonder?

 

 (It's such a while since I've written a blog, but those of you who are linked up via facebook or twitter will know that I have been writing again, which is something that I am really enjoying)

..xx.. 

 

Midnight Marauder

The clock is ticking in time with the raindrops pitter-pattering against the widow.
The sky is dark outside; illuminated slightly by the streetlamp, which is making the rain on the windows sparkle like the shimmering fairy lights across the fireplace.
Music drifts lazily over to me like a hazy mist lingering in the room.
Traffic rumbles past and disappears into the darkness.
Midnight stretches out his shiny black paws and starts to clean himself, in the hope that he’ll be allowed to stay the night…
Unfortunately for him, he isn’t…
But maybe he can stay a little bit longer…