The Enemy Within

I fight myself on a daily basis
It's not that I hate myself, per se;
it’s that I still see all the faces
of all those who went before
who put me on “ignore”
or far, far worse

I am my own worst enemy at times
still listening to invisible demons
If you read between my lines
you’ll see I don’t always vote for freedom
It’s too easy to be overcome
to just succumb
to those dark, sweet whispers

So the battle rages on inside of me
mostly in waking, sometimes more in sleeping
I am unable to set myself free –
maybe temporarily –
until I once more end up weeping
no kind thoughts for safe keeping
just darkness and pain
again and again.

© 30/07/2015.

Who Are We…

Who are we to judge
Those lining the streets in despair
beggars! druggies! bums!
when all they need is someone to care.

Who are we to damn
the mentally ill who cut and cry
attention seeker! nothing wrong! just sad!
she’s been abandoned and now just wants to die.

Who are we to laugh at
the disabled, however they are
look at him! midget! ugly!
so what if they have lifelong scars.

Who are we to criticise
the poor needing extra handouts
scrounger! lazy! get a job!
his kids now starve ‘cos his benefits were cut.

You don’t know what we’ve been through
how dare you attack our self-esteem
one day you might find yourself there
then you will know what it means!

© 09/07/2015.

Wake Me Not

Let me sleep and never wake
lest my soul do further break
Let me die within a dream
to save me from my inner scream
All the broken thoughts within my mind
the reminders of so much lost time
Silent turmoil that's never ending
torn limbs can do no more bending
The storm has reached its heady height
soon there'll be only eternal night
So if I happen to never wake
it's because the saving came too late.

© 06/04/2015.

Come What May

Whispers, remnants
slowly dying
Another day
full of long sighing
In wakefulness
we're far from our best
But even in sleep
we find no rest

Tortured soul
eternally crying
Singing winds
forever lying
A voice, it says
how we are blessed
Though we fear
it does nothing but jest

We drift away
emptiness on all sides
Impossible to find
some place to hide
From the black of night
that lives in day
That ensures we can never
find our way

The water we drown in
is too wide
All help and hope
has slowly died
Yet still we look for
one person to say
That they’ll always be there
come what may.

© 25/03/2015.