mental health
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Breathing Earnestly
Hope,How it strangles me,Keeps me breathing earnestly.Wondering where I’ll end upWandering where I’ll be.Patient promises denied by destiny. Continue reading
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Spiraling
I’m a skeleton tripping down a spiral stair case Bones I should have buried a long time ago I’m the conductor of my toy train round the chrismas tree Revisiting the sights, I hate to see All the ornaments that you left for me I’m the sad merry go round jockey Bobbing with the highs Continue reading
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What am I Supposed to Be?
You aren’t supposed to be anything. You’re supposed to be an upright ape, Foraging for berries somewhere in the Sahel. Continue reading
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Crepitus
A poem from my time working as a paramedic- I’m not supposed to know the word crepitus, Let alone the sound, Or the grating feeling of it in my hands. Continue reading
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Back to Basics
With ears that listen, To sounds that are more than just funny vibrations in the air. Raindrops pattering cascading through leaves. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 