These 4 walls
Have no windows or doors
Yet I pound and I pound
With hope


Of escaping

Am I see through
Or am I seen
Does anyone remember
The places I’ve been
The deeds all done
From past to present
Are they noticed
Most likely forgotten
Over time
Your actions erased
Even if mentioned
Met with a confused face

If you were a watcher
What would you see
My day to day acting
Or me being me
My smile as I work
And chat to my colleagues
Or when I sit silent
Fighting the memories

If you were a watcher
Would you be surprised
To see me put my mask on
When I arise
After my meagre sleep
Awake with pain
To face one more day
Put my act on again

To be in love is freedom
Your heart and soul will fly
Around the world and back again
Till back with them they lie

To be in love is solitude
You feel so all alone
Unless you’re with the one you love
Only then does it feel like home

To be in love is anguish
Whenever you’re apart
And when you are together
You feel one beating heart

To be in love is wonderous
No matter what your age
You feel just like a child at play
Free from times locked cage

The scars are there
For all to see
On the outside
A version of me
In my heart
My family
In my soul...


My misery


My love for you
Never question
Your compassion
My constant lesson
Everybody else
Forgotten
I live for you


My loves fountain

The perfect day
What would that be
To lie in bed
Just you and me
Or in the park
With all of us
Watching the kids
Making a fuss
Walking the paths
Along the river
Holding hands
My heart aquiver


Maybe a perfect day
Does not exist
But putting the good times
Into a list
Can be stitched together
So throughout your life
That perfect day
Is all played out
Not all in one
But in small parts
And felt as one day
In our hearts