Relapse
Solitude used to be an escape route
from the chaos of life.
My room was once a safe haven
from the scary world around me.
My house used to be a welcome sight
after a long day.
None of those things are what they once were.
Being stuck in one place for 59 days does that to a person.
My house is no longer home,
the blue walls no longer friendly and welcoming.
My r...
Wednesday 6th May 2020 3:04 pm
To Fly
It's been a while since I dove
deep into the world of poetry.
It's been a while since I wrote
words that meant something to me
for everyone else to see.
I forgot how it felt to put myself on display.
To feel the words under my wings and fly.
I disappeared into reality, never to be seen again.
I swam in vast oceans of my thoughts.
I drove across highways of expectat...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 12:39 am
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on LAST FARMERS
3 hours ago
Marla Joy on The Me After You
3 hours ago
Marla Joy on heartbeat
3 hours ago
Marla Joy on The Measure of a Person
3 hours ago
Marla Joy on One Called Paul
3 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Shattered Dreams
4 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Woman
11 hours ago
John Coopey on THESE BOOTS AREN'T MADE FOR WALKING
14 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on THESE BOOTS AREN'T MADE FOR WALKING
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 47
1 day ago