Its Ticking

Its time

Pack your bags, time to move on

This adventure has ended, so has the story

Its time to change the book, or flip another page?

A new chapter, is it?

Oh I wish it was another book.

A hard cover with a pretty front face, tempt me to open it

And start again.

For its time to lose what you gained

Leave behind things you don’t need, free people who want to be freed

Set your sails in line, the tide is coming in

And it is strong. It will carry you away from the coast

Then it will be just the sea, and I will play the old man?

Hemmingway would be proud, I will throw the line

And catch my fish.

Not a moment to lose, its time to forget the old, purple, bluish bruise

The clock is ticking and its the eleventh hour, the end is near

They say that time is an illusion but why is it that it’s the needles that I fear?




No More Eulogies

No more will I lament 

No regret. 

Gone are they, no traces left 

So many cries, I cried. So many tears shed. 

Screaming into the pillow, all those stories unsaid

Taken, no goodbyes 

No post cards to wait for 

Its been long, and longer still 

Your face is blurred today 

My memories weak 

I miss you every day, I do 

But now, no more eulogies for you. 

Its A Promise 

From me to you, words precious 

A promise to never let go. 

Its okay, the world doesn’t seem worth it 

But you have me and that’s a promise. 

Somewhere losing the will has set you back 

But hold my arm and I will lead 

I am just you, and you me. 

Like shadows, we move with the sun. 

Not Known

Let’s die, tonight 

Set the soul free. Its sad. 

And sad it must be. 

Who cares but the ones who never turn away? 

A chase, that game you like to play! 

Tear stained cheeks smile bright, they ache. 

Red nose, sniffing away, maybe its cold. 

Its not known, but the water is too salty to drown. 


Sit with me

Talk to me 

Hear what I have to say. 

You will enjoy my company. True I am not loud or chirpy. I am not flirty. 

I may be boring in many definitions. But I promise its worth it to sink in the deep waters and hear the sound of silence. 

Give me a chance. I am alone. And it no longer favours me. I struggle to break free. But the shackles of solitude are too strong. They won’t let go. 

I am hidden in the shadows and I need to be liberated. For once, roam free without the burden I seem to carry and yet my hands are empty. 

And I am lonely.