What would you think What would you say after all this time It’s been so long And you never showed your hand even then What did you think of me Were you proud, or disappointed And now all I’ve managed is to keep on Holding on by broken and bloodied fingernails Setting one increasingly shaky…
It’s not that bad It’ll all work out Chin up, you can do it Blah blah blah People try to be encouraging But what use is it When you’re sick And you’re grieving And now you have to find A new place to live When the rents are too high And demand outstrips supply Chin…
It starts small A little, everyday problem And then the mind takes over Conversations and arguments are imagined Mental extrapolation works overtime Concern to worry to anxiety to choking fear Imagination leaps into escalating disaster The stuff of nightmares As terrors fuel themselves Spiralling, ever downward Like a tornado
The world we perceive Is not as concrete as we imagine Less built of stone and earth More of desire and fear It is our needs and wants That give shape to our surroundings It is our fears and phobias That construct our walls Memory tells us what to expect And paints our days in…
Good fences make good neighbours, they say Marking the line between mine and yours But maybe some say that what’s yours should be theirs So increase the fences Add ‘Beware of the dog’ and ‘These premises are alarmed’ Put up the security cameras Build those fences higher and higher Lock the doors and bar the…
No need to worry, said the doctor Medication will stop the degeneration You’ll be fine She meant to be encouraging It might even be true But all the kind words In the whole world Won’t stop the pain It might not get any worse But it won’t get better Another disability Another aspect of defective…
Fear starts in my diaphragm rising like bile until it is a primal scream in my throat in my head choking off the air until I want to crawl out of my own skin It’s just anxiety, they say nothing to be afraid of But they’re wrong There’s everything to be afraid of The world…
Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever
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