I’m not going to survive alone
I can go through the motions
I can push through the days
But in the quiet privacy of solitude
I’m faced with everything I hate
Staring back through the mirror
Looking into my cold, steel eyes
Everything I hate
Everything that makes me want to implode
I want to disappear

Her cold hands reach towards the darkness
Longing for the relief that it offers
Fully aware it holds another kind of suffering
But anything would be better than the hell in her head

He was a sad man
rarely smiles
always frowning

but he is a man filled with wisdom

he sings to you literature
and paints you with his touch

he may seem like a dull man
but his soul is brighter than anything i've seen

this man
is the missing poet in my life
a work of art
i'm dying to write about

Don't play me that Egyptian stuff
it sets my spirit weeping
for I was gave to Horus once
when I lay softly sleeping.

I couldn't be more
lesser would better suit
futile to self-aggrandise
on a higher pedestal myself I wouldn't dare put

let me face myself fair and square
others rightly belong to a better breed
if myself I could humbly accept
little else would I ever need

Your heart is a box in box in a box.........
Don't be afraid of breaking it until it opens to a beautiful treasure of love.
20/5/2020

The only thing that will follow you after your death is your soul.
Preserve its purity.
20/5/2020