Exhausted

Just a bit of a poem i wrote about the current situation… Exhausted I am exhaustedDragging these weary bones through invisible warsTV blaring its cacophony in the cornerCorvid-19 holding me prisoner within these self isolated doorsMy child climbing the walls and pleading for some freedomI feel like getting down on the floor and praying onContinue reading “Exhausted”

My Son Had a Panic Attack

Oh, my son
The tears dripping down your ashen face
Falling from deep within, a place
Where childhood dreams turn sour
Where the careless day becomes the anxious hour
And the hallucinations and nightmares come to devour
Your poor mind.

From Your Lips Young Mum

New poem…’From Your Lips Young Mum’ WARNING: explicit language From your lips young mum My universal credit comes today A takeaway from the Chinese Fake Adidas trainers Blow some money on Primark tat A bit of this, a bit of that A bit of baccy, a bit of blow Nappies for the wee ‘un TheContinue reading “From Your Lips Young Mum”

Enough

WARNING: REFERENCES TO SELF HARM AND SUICIDE Mental health is a topic very close to my heart, and not only do i have my own issues, but my twelve year old son too. There is simply not enough provision for mental health, especially child and adolescent. This poem was inspired by a documentary that wasContinue reading “Enough”

Vivaldi

Ode to that bloody awful music you get when you ring the DWP! And the way they compartmentalise our disabled kids! Vivaldi Your timeless beauty sounds so ugly In its incessant, perpetual monotony On the end of this goddamn phone Streamed into had-enough ears As I wait As I wait As I wait My lastContinue reading “Vivaldi”