She’s sat on the swing, glass in hand, swaying in time with her choking sobs. She cries something out loud, but her voice is suppressed, strangled by her anguish. Drunk more on emotion than what’s in her glass, her hazel eyes red with the stinging caress of vicious tears. No one knows she’s out here,… Continue reading The End Of The Line

I look around me and see destitution, poverty, rape and crime. I’m just another lost cause, addicted to drugs. This city is destruction. Of body, of spirit, of life and of air. There is no pride here. We just do what we can to get by. No one has a future unless they have the… Continue reading The City

I wish I hadn’t met you. At the time I was thrilled.  Caught up in the moment.  Fulfilling a lifelong dream.   You were everything I had wished and hoped you would be.  The honeymoon phase lasted a good few years. And then everything changed. I could tell you exactly when that happened; the day and… Continue reading Nothing But Pain

It starts with smiles and warmth, happiness and laughter, fond memories and cheer. It ends with bitterness, hatred insidiously creeping through the veins, finally strangling the heart, which freezes into blackened ice

I wish we could go back. Back to how it was before. Back to when it was fun and exciting. Back to when there was joy. I wish we could return to before. Before the cracks began to appear. Before truth and jealousy poisoned everything. Before her.

I could tell you how long it has been since I last heard from you, but what would be the point.  Nothing I say to you makes any difference; nothing I do has any impact on you. All the promises that you made me as you held me in your arms.  How I would never… Continue reading Fool

Why can’t you stay away from me?  Every time I think that I am rid of you, that I have finally battened down all of the hatches and sealed every window and door, somehow you find another way in. I haven’t spoken to you for such a very long time; and yet I can still… Continue reading Why

The pill bottle sits there, calling to me, tempting me, telling me that all will be well if only I heed to its siren call. Distractedly I run my fingers through my tangled hair; not really noticing its unkempt condition; such things are beyond me now. My eyes are wet with stinging tears of grief… Continue reading What It Is

The CD is on repeat, the bottle of scotch half empty.  The ashtray overflowing, the candles almost out. He’s sitting, almost lying, on the floor, head slumped on the table, glass in one outstretched hand. A knife lies close by, it’s blade dulled by a veneer of congealing blood.  Blood that has spread from the… Continue reading Untitled inspired by Staind

It’s funny how the past can haunt you, how things that you did, distorted by time and distance, can creep up on you and cripple you emotionally. The past can make you feel guilty for things that you can’t remember clearly.  The past makes you doubt yourself.  It ties you up in knots, slowly driving… Continue reading The Past