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andy fardell May 31
Itch

The dawn had come
My fear still alive and wanting
It's crawl to an itch I couldn't scratch nor reach
So I lay to the sweetest sound of the waking blackbird
A song no words could ever meet
Oh I itch

Inhaling the calm yet deep inside I knew
It also knew and I was scared
I was scared to reach
Scared to test my inevitably
Oh how I itch

Licking lips I remembered last night's  golden red liquor
It thins my blood ..Loosens my mind to a dullness
Thus numbs this prickled skin that wraps my soul
Oh I itch

Shadows fading to a moonlight end
I needed sleep
Would this be it
I don't know
Silence on the outside
Fear creeping in
I can feel it Coming
Oh how I itch
andy fardell May 31
Dawn Chorus

I know they are ready
Yet the deadly silence waves at me
In my head the noise
Creeping around my body
I'm Awake

Blowing at the tree I see them
A dawn to come
A scratch to reap
Down my back in madness
I scream of silence
I'm Awake

Sing to me little bird
Bring my smile
For now I am ready
To live ...for a while
To dawn my sadness
I'm Awake

And so be it
One more day to fear
Notching away on wood
Sing my song little bird
Sing my song
I'm Awake
andy fardell May 30
The dullest of sounds in life
Piercing my mind
Drowning my sleep
Rain be it on cleansing me inside
The clouds look grey

It's summer in my heart yet here I am shivering
Watching lanes stream across these blurry eyes
***** skies sharing their tears
Quenching an ever thirsting land
Puddles waiting
The birds know

They sing a triumph of green
As I await the glow
Oh sun I need your summer
Shine your beauty
Awaken my smile from
The tortured poets department
andy fardell Jan 2023
My hand slips ...I feel it's grasp gone against those little morsels of time
It's not my face aging
just the mirrors my fingers scrape against as I write
Happy
New
Year
andy fardell Jul 2020
Be I brittle tonight
simple
sad
this lonely

Be I crackled tonight
edgy
Quiet
This tired

Be I me tonight
Waiting
Wanting
This lying

Brittle and cold
Cometh ready to snap
Branches of old
I fight thee
andy fardell Jul 2020
Tis my moment
Pure black
I can feel the grinding
All blind

And suffer my rage
Disappointed
This end I shall seek
Be it blown
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andy fardell Jan 2019
I watched as he etched
Blue colours so fine
A face that he painted
All hidden and light
Looking and staring he knew not I write
The man and his drawing
I studied his plight

Looking once more in my study
My itch
I needed to look at his drawing
So rich
The man he did scribble I see not his face
Intriguing my wanting
My look out of place

Now do I approach him
A tap or a smile
The man and his drawing
A wandering while
Do I disturb this master at work
The etch of the finest
Da Vinchi
I errk
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