silenceinthetrees

a space to clear out the loud thoughts in my head

settling

and the weight of the future is
crawling across my skin,
knowing it cannot be exactly as
I wish, I let it all
die, fade into nothingness,

every plan – empty
every dream – gone

this is not the future
you all planned
and here we are
settling
unsure
when this became
the present.

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Reveal

a shout of anger,
a casual remark of hatred,
I never knew
how quickly a hateful mind
can be normalised
if it creeps and crawls
as slowly
as you.

mirrors

across the bridge
you lie in a mirror of green –
the notepad is scratched
the pen waiting
and your head paused
down, not ready to write
about the world around
when your soul presses
this close to all your wounds.

Guilt

I haven’t been kind to you,
and now the weight
of my own guilt
surrounds my reserved smile.

I can’t face my own actions
and so you are left
behind, worse than before,
no explanation, no luxury
of writing poetry of guilt
when you are the victim,

and I must realise
what that makes me.

The Future

And I didn’t want it to be like this,
I wanted the future to be there for me
when I was safe – secure – happy

now I have to march through it all,
the same as ever.

Choices

Spread out like vines
crawling across skin,
these are the paths
that end with us.

So

so much depends
on

the tiny
pill

settled in
my

hand.