Lost at sea

November 26, 2017

The firm grip
Of his old hands,
With their
Wisps of hair
Haphazardly growing
Out of liver spots and moles,
Tightening quickly
Straining against
The rough threads
Of the rope
Slipping and scraping
As she slides away
Into the oceans darkness


Grey days

November 19, 2017

These days
Of Grey skies
And black mornings
Make mourning seem
An okay thing
But mourning what?
The lost summer sun?
The dreams of love?
The days of fun?
Goodbye to them all
Now dreary days
And darker nights
Empty. Alone. Hollow.
What once stood
And reached for the stars
Is left empty
And covered in scars


October 7, 2017

Why even bother to
Put on a smile when it’s
Clearly not for real


October 6, 2017

The darkness
It slips in
I think
I can be

Keeping down

October 5, 2017

It seems to be
Once a week
That I stop
And really think
About what happened
So long ago
About what is wrong
With my old brain
About the pain
Rooted so deep
And about why
I keep it down.

The last ten

September 12, 2017

This is it!
He screamed
He yelled!
Finally, by golly!
I’ve done it!
It’s the best
The very Best!
I can’t believe
You haven’t heard!
The last ten years
Have been
A dream.

Time wasted

August 19, 2017

A triple header
Of missing Time
Forgotten reasons
No rhymes.

Wasted days
Dark and cold
I blinked an eye
Suddenly I’m old

Fools think
Time stands still
Then one day
They are just ill.

The grave comes quick
On this train
The end of suffering
And of pain.