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  Sep 2014 Haydn Swan
Darkness
I am tired of grieve
I wonder
Should i love you?
Should i?

I want to
give
you

but i can't give you

This isnt sometimes
This feeling is always

wait; my old man said one early night like old men do

never give up, on giving the girl who secretly wants your giving

(You'll see, my girl
One day you'll see)
  Sep 2014 Haydn Swan
Cíara McNamara
No one's youer than you,
Or me-er than me

So lets be the us-iest us,
That we can be.

After that, just let it be.
Haydn Swan Sep 2014
This soul will forever wander,
like the mist around an ancient shipwreck,
seeking a peace that never comes,
drowning in a million tears,
lost in the eternal.
© H V Swan
  Sep 2014 Haydn Swan
Silence Screamz
Balled up in the corner,
Head down to my knees.
This is my concealment.
This is my only plea.

Too afraid, to stand alone
against the evils that were sent.
They will never go away,
I am trying to repent.

Sin combined with lust,
greed within my head.
Falling off the cliff,
soon I may be dead.

Injected in my soul,
with tracks upon my arm.
Do I hang the rope?
Or do myself no harm?

Seeking no way out,
Seeing the illusion.
Drop another dose,
and take another poison.

Take away this pain
and sacrifice my soul.
I don't deserve to live,
So bury me in the hole.
Haydn Swan Sep 2014
That BBC accent over the air,
a beacon in my hour of despair,
Thames, Dover,  Portland and White,
the warm, soft glow of the radio light,
Shannon, Fastnet, Plymouth,  Biscay,
Soothing my soul ‘til light of day,
Dogga, Fisher and German Bight,
my only comfort throughout the night,
Cromarty, Malin, forth and tyne,
Through static crackle, his voice so fine,
Those childhood days have long since gone,
No big old radio to twist and turn on,
But I’ll always remember, forevermore,
Listening to the shipping forecast on Radio Four.
This poem will probably only make sense to those living in the UK or to anyone who has ever listened to the shipping forecast.  When I was a child I had a big old radio set in my room and sometimes used to listen to the shipping forecast, I used to find it strangely comforting.
  Sep 2014 Haydn Swan
Rupal
If you are in a hurry,
go ahead and don't
bother to wait for me.
My life still needs me.

Some untold stories,
an unsung song,
an incomplete conversation,
an unread book.
Some bridges to build
some to burn,
wounds to heal
fences to mend
relations to tend...

In my hurry
to catch up with you,
I breathlessly ran and
I left behind
so many moments,
breathtaking moments.
Let me catch up  
with them now,

I'll catch up
wtth you later...
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep..." Robert Frost
Dedicated to my friend Deborah, in whose words I witnessed a pause, a miracle...
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