(Incongruous as it may be
To those I reach with words o'er seas)
I'm yawning, though your day is dawning.
To awaiting slumber,  cedes my weary shell.
But Insomnia awaits, and she, the unforgiving mistress of my mind, beckons me AWAKE!
So I write another line.
No, no, no.
Heavy lidded eyes remind me of the wiser course.
The shroud of fatigue covers me with a gentle ripple and I am lulled once more. From this distant shore I bid you,
Goodnight.

I once met a sad little troll.
Who liked to play a mentor role
Suggesting a guide
To one's suicide
But none paid attention at all.

I was moving at a cracking pace
I was wearing lycra too
I had monitors on arm and wrist
( telling me what to do)
You lurked around the corner
With your tantalising smell
Oh Waffle House, why did you send my health kick straight to hell?

Dear Mr Postman,
I fear and hope for the day
That you look my way.

I used to be a lighthouse, standing sturdily
Shining my light that others might see
Guardian of your safe passage through life’s treacheries
Until the day my light began to fail me.
I struggled on illuminating hoping to shine through
But ominous clouds amassed and grew
Leaving me with the dimmest view
How can I get through to you?
There you stand in the midst of the storm
Innocent substance this tempest has torn
I try to reach you, to cry out, to warn
I am broken, despairing, forlorn.
Time now to take down my beacon, you see
Not part of my nature, but setting me free
The new role that I’ve chosen for me?
To shine within and hope others will see.

Dear Mr Postman,
Are you always so aloof?
Can you know my pain?

Dear Mr Postman,
I longed and waited for you.
Did you think of me?