Sometimes I want to scream.
But I’m not sure why.
Sometimes I feel fine.
Sometimes I want to cry.

Sometimes I feel good.
And sometimes I feel evil.
Sometimes I wonder if God
Is really a giant weevil.

‘What rhymes with evil? I just typed,
And now I feel really lost.
Can’t write a poem without cheating,
Fixed it, but at what cost?

Sometimes I think about my child,
A heavenly golden shroud.
Sometimes I wonder if this is hell,
And the tv’s on too loud.

Mostly I just feel ungrateful,
An ungrateful *******.
Maybe there’s no answer to life,
Maybe this is it?

Sometimes I just wish I would walk outside,
it would be dark but the moon could light up the night,
And his shadow would be so tall it was touching my feet.

Our eyes could lock and it would be wordless,
We would meet in the middle, his fingers running through my hair,
And we would go back through the door together two souls, one being.

Instead I feel sick as I watch him watching her,
Smiling, she slowly blinks her brown eyes at him,
And he hooks his calm hand around her slim waist.

Her breath catches when he pulls her towards him,
Two bodies becoming one as they embrace, he lifts her chin,
And I realise I’ve opened the wrong door, looked for the wrong soul.