I beg to be released, To be let out; The shackles hold me close, And they hold me dear. I need assistance to Escape the hell I've Woven for my boredom. But the thick blanket Of self-deprecating Humour Prevents help from Reaching on time. And the cycle resets Itself and runs the agony Of my … Continue reading Ho Ho Ho
Month: September 2019
Slaves
Scratch. Cancel. Change. For every word there is, A better one is hidden. A feeling as potent as pure; To attempt a coup Is inviting farce. The nib scratches out A word, Then cancels the Entire line, Giving up. Tears well up, Then run dry. What once was loved, Now lies unused. My pen scrambles … Continue reading Slaves
Therapy
I list items down, and then manually Alphabetise them. Not convinced, I filter them again. This time based On length. I sigh. Content with what I achieved as I Sat and laboured through 14 items; 3 starting with an S And 2 with W's. My therapist asked me to 'Count my achievements And to bask … Continue reading Therapy