Three years ago the great foot of fate stomped on me. One minute I was fine the next I was not. Without boring anyone, after much pain and ado ( what ever ado is ) about a year after the fact I arrived at the pain clinic, wondering what on earth they could do for me apart from sorting out a pain relief regime. As it turned out the answer was not much. Luckily, for me though, I was assigned a “Pain Physiologist” who asked me if I could write my feelings down. I did and so my love for poetry was born. It has helped me beyond belief. So I opened up my heart and my soul on WordPress; thank you WordPress!
Long life not for me My best poem is the trapped feeling you have when you know that you are loving someone who cannot return the depth of love you have for them. Desperation,grief suicide all become echoes inside your head until poof ! one day you snap.
My name is despair I just have tried to explain the deep dark feeling of this emotion.
Night Horrors On the nights that I cannot sleep I sometimes get Night Horrors I am sure we all recognize these.
Is it really too late This is my fear that we have left it too late to save the mother earth from the damage we are causing her, hoping against hope that some one , some thing is looking on us with some patience left.
Did they grieve do they forgive This last one explains itself.