Hunted down like a feral fox,
My heart is beating fast,
As the dogs move in on my trail,
I pray this day isn’t my last.

I feel the steel chains bite like teeth,
Into my skin they tear,
See my blood trickle like raindrops,
My eyes fog over in a stare.

My skull is smashed like a snow globe,
Lungs punctured by the knife,
Days of living flash before me,
Oh this ******: this **** of life.

Dying out,
I can feel it coming,
We’re cooking the planet,
Polluting the skies,
The rivers are mud,
Telling ourselves lies,
Dying out.

Won’t exist,
I can sense the future,
We’re killing planet Earth,
Causing our demise,
Bringing our kind down,
The horsemen arise,
Won’t exist.

She’s suffering,
Her eyes have lost that sparkle,
The glimmer of life has sailed away,
Vegetating,
She’s not the girl I once knew,
She wants to go…

…I don’t want her to go…

What can I do?

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Understand more,
And stop the spread,
Scientists work hard,
To create a walking dead,
Rather walking and living,
Than gone and forgotten,
Rather see the sunshine,
Than be a corpse and rotten.

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Is anyone else tired of saying goodbye?

Shutting down,
My immune system fails,
Vulnerable to the germs that breed about the town,
One mistake,
Protection wasn’t used,
Vulnerable to the taunts that make my soft heart break.

Although my heart is broken,
Words only cut so deep,
I know that I am human,
Even as I drift to endless sleep.


For advice and help – please contact any of the organisations below:
Terrence Higgins Trust
Web: www.tht.org.uk
Helpline: 0845 1221 200
Offers free and confidential services for people with ***.

Positively Women
Web: www.positivelywomen.org.uk
Helpline: 020 7713 0222 (staffed by *** positive women: Mon-Fri 10am-4pm)

Aidsmap
Web: www.aidsmap.com
Information, news and resources for people with *** and AIDS.

I dedicate this poem to all those who are suffering from ***/AIDS, those the world has loved and lost through ***/AIDS and to all of those affected by ***/AIDS.

You’ll find me, the African Buffalo, in swamps,
Floodplains, grasslands and forests of the mountains,
I eat the tall grasses and move on when they’re depleted,
Unpredictable as the water from a tumbling fountain,
I spar with other males to prove myself in charge,
My horns are down and the herd looks on in fascination,
As I show that I’m the strongest one around,
But rally the rest to protect my calf from devastation,
We graze and mob, mob and graze,
Mate and birth during rainy days,
I’m strong and proud, proud and strong,
In African sunshine life carries on.

Basking in the heat of the African sun,
His acute hearing can hear the grass growing,
Keratin horn, thick skinned and weighs a ton,
Eating the foliage that Nature is sowing.