My black pen
It's got me through rough times...
today clouds shimmered
a diamond encrusted...
sheep jumping a gate
will surely deliver sleep...
Why do I write this verse,
To release my overwhelming, pent up emotions...
Oh God!!!
I was stuck right in the dark...
And I imagine them swinging their unblemished...
Knocking their delicate heels against the surface...
Of the first of my eight lives
I do not miss...
May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...
Spiralling downwards
my life is falling apart...
These last few weeks I’ve seen you there
Sometimes just a shadow; sometimes clear as day...
Slowly slowly slowly
This thing it quietly moves...
Calloused palms gained from burst blisters.
Things that show my attitude to work...