For all the sorrow in the world, there will never be a tomorrow. No pain there will be. No suffering for me. Just silence and nothing else. What would it be like not hearing a sound, not a word passing lips that do not exist. The void that will always be there; will it leave … Continue reading For All The Sorrow
No Time To Stand And Frown
No time to stand and frown or lookFor a crown that isn’t there, wouldAnyone ever dare? To run away andNever care. But for all the gold in the world, there isA story to be told, of times not getting old. So if anyone asks your name, tell them it isOnly a game and all I’m … Continue reading No Time To Stand And Frown
Watching The Clouds
Watching the clouds in the sky, leaving me to wonder why. I was never one to sigh, or shed a tear wanting to cry. The clouds move so fast, and just like my thoughts not wanting to last. Now here I stand all alone. I didn't even bring my phone. I just hope I know … Continue reading Watching The Clouds
Did They Stop?
Did they stop,;did they care? Did they even notice me there? Well, I was, but not for long because I was feeling not so strong. But I knew if I stayed, I'd fall asleep for a hundred days, but now here I am in your arms, hoping that time will stand still for me and … Continue reading Did They Stop?
How The Pain Will Never Go Away
How the pain will never go away.It stays for another day. iI torturesme once more. Stopping me from being sane, neverwanting it to rain. But here I am not wanting to bearound; not wanting to hear anothersound. But stay I must, otherwise I would turnto dust.
The Duck That Couldn’t Quack
There was a duck who sailed on the waterIn silence he floated, because every timehe tried to quack, he didn't seem to havethe knack. So he'd sail on the pond, wishing he hada magic wand, until one day peoplearound began to hear a sound - quack,quack, quack. The duck's problems were no more. Hehad fans … Continue reading The Duck That Couldn’t Quack
Watching The Tide
Watching the tide ebb and flow, making me think of what I ought to know. Then looking up at the sky, leaving me to wonder why. Turning around to see if I am alone. But one thing is for sure, I'll end up living on my own.
I’m Getting Old
I'm getting old, so I'm told. Tooold to care; to old to dare; tooold to wonder why; to old to wantto cry, or never know when I amgoing.to die. My days of living in pain will be over. Then I'll never having to worry aboutwhat tomorrow brings, or worry aboutanything that sings. So now I'll … Continue reading I’m Getting Old
Why Do Things Go Wrong
Why do things go wrong? Why couldn't I sing you a song? Why couldn't I just have stayed at home? Home is where I belong - to think about the future, to think about the past; surely it wasn't going to last? But things will work out right; just you wait and see. Would I … Continue reading Why Do Things Go Wrong
The Park Just Down The Road
The park was just down the roadSuch a busy place, with people outwalking, children playing on the swingsDucks paddling in the poolElderly men playing bowls, wearinghats to protect themselves from the sunPeople shading themselves under the trees,eating ice cream and having picnicsSuch wonderful settings from a parkthat was just down the road