Half There

Reflection askew on a dirty pane Eyes lost amongst the tracks outside The familiar chugging of the train Such a normal scene, but pain resides Circling like vultures round the corpse Plucking thoughts like the decay of flesh All that is real and good in life warps In a hideous maze, in an endless mesh … More Half There

Rain

She races downwards Trailing her kiss on the pane In wet, steady streams

Empty

I climbed a great tree just to feel tall But when I reached the top I felt nothing at all I dug my hands deep into the sand But had never felt so disconnected from this land I blew a breath and watched its icy trail But had no ears to listen to my tale … More Empty

Waste

As time goes by, I can’t help but wonder why I don’t spend my hours, sniffing the flowers But instead stare at the petals, till they die.

Old Trainers

You know something? Life sucks. When you’re lace deep in mud, you know it ain’t gonna get any better. This is it. A toe poking through my mouth, a ripped tongue, worn to the sole, nothing like them others. The fancy heels. The boots she shines. I think I was blue once? I’m kinda grey … More Old Trainers