poetry

 your ridiculous

fuckery gives me pause to 

vow never again

Perhaps

 

Perhaps you haven’t put enough effort into understanding how angry I am, and how angry I am at you, and why I am so angry. 

Awake

I cannot begin to tell you how difficult this is for me. How hard it is and how hard it has been for this entire wretched, aching time. I am not sleeping. I am awash with loss. This loss and a thousand losses, each a reminder of all of the others. People I’ve lost, homes and families and all manner of precious memories. I am bobbing about, disregarded in the face of this tidal swell of anguish, and there is no land in sight. 

without / within

It's a moment of light, a pause in dilute
                                                     suspended
                                                     warmth, within this captive
                                                                                      ravening
                                                                                      gloom. 

It's a glimpse of tendril, a flush of slight
                                                       fragile
                                                       movement, within this encircling
                                                                                            rictus of
                                                                                            decay.

It's the merest of nothings, a hint of unfolding
                                                          frozen 
                                                          breath, within this calcified 
                                                                                        ruinous 
                                                                                        hole.

In the darkness, I can only see anger

 

I

am

too

angry

to

sleep.

You are literally killing me. 

Please send help.

 

I can’t do this anymore. 

I just can’t. 

It’s too much brutalisation for, well, apparently no reward. 

unused / unkept

 

this slick entropy

of unused things is / become

a cobbled pathway