Poems

You avoid all our problems Bury your head in the sand..............

Another time and place And things would still be the same Like two self harmer’s Both slaves to the pain

I stand here a bleak and empty figure, Heavy and weightless both at the same time, The relentless draught that torments my body and brittle bones, Never able to feel warm for even a second,

Rent and bills to be paid And tax I’d rather evade My life’s an endless ‘to do’ list But I must work just to exist Is this freedom

The sun is shining Colours so vivid and bold The earth’s natural beauty There for all to behold