Slowly the snow falls to the ground.
And, as I walk Imake no sound.
I hear the crunch upon the floor,
And, even now it snows still more.
The snow falls slowly, silently like feathers.
Falling to the ground.
And, even tho' the snow is cold, it makes
A cheerful Cloud.
Some people think it's boring, slow and dull,
But me, I think it's wonderful.
I see the footprints on the floor,
I see the rabbits upon the moor.
I see the mice as they run and creep,
I hear the birds' tiny feet

And, at last winter's all complete.

I don't write for you to read,
I write for you to listen.

The tears that have come from your eyes
For arguments you’ve had.
The words, tension, needing to cry
For just because you can’t get on,
Don’t you think that’s sad?

What would you do
Without the one you love?
What would you do?
Don’t you think enough’s enough?

Needing one another
But not wanting this to show!
Shouting at each other
With nowhere left to go.



Steve Collins

I feel so tired, I want to sleep,
Have felt this way so many years.
I try so hard, but not for me,
Let me permanently dry my tears.

I’ve let down all those around,
Guilt so deep, my pain to bear.
Breaking what I searched and found,
Unable to see and keep what’s there.

Is this my punishment bestowed on me?
A life of misery sentenced to be.
Happiness not deserving to me,
For failing my responsibility.

I try to accept;
My fate, matches the pain I’ve caused.
I seek forgiveness, that I don’t deserve,
Hence rejecting, relenting doors.

Feel like loneliness I must accept,
Punish myself continuously,
Until there’s nothing left.

When I eventually have paid my keep,
My forgiveness accepted?
Then
I lay my head to sleep.


Steve Collins
12th September 2008

“Write a poem”
That’s what they said.
Just pluck those words
Right outta your head.

Sure I can write
About things not real.
But I’d rather
Write about what I feel!

Controlled not free,
I just wanna be me.
Just let me be myself
Please I ask
For my own health.

I used to have a light
That shone so bright.

Now it's just a flicker
Of a candlelight.

I wish the wind
Would come my way.

And take my flickering
Candlelight away.



Steve Collins. 2008

Everyone’s so alike
And yet so different.
Everyone cries
However not everyone’s seen.

Why hide the tears?
What are we afraid of?
Why say things that aren’t right
What are we hiding?

Maybe the image has gone on too long
And now when you don’t want it;
You can’t seem to lose it,
Or maybe you don’t really want to!

There are thoughts inside you,
So don’t scream or shout.
Just quietly, slowly
....Let them out.



Steve Collins