In Darkness

It’s been said that my sleep is “dark” because my eyes are shut, and of course that is a great point. But then humour is often a pill that cures all…

…There’s more to it though.

Darkness isn’t a lack of light, it’s a space void of life, air, hope and dreams. You can exist there, but it’s no way to live.

I dread sleep because I enter this void; moreover though, I dread waking and still being stuck within it. Escape is possible, so they tell me. Yet I simply don’t see how. There’s no map to the maze and the fact remains that, well it remains factual.

So in darkness we sit and idly chat…

I Lost A Friend… #poetry

I lost a friend,

He’s sadly gone,

For him the end,

Yet we go on.


A cruel event,

And though we knew

the end was near,

It hurts, that’s true.


You feel you’re tough,

You think you’re strong,

Yet reality,

Will prove you wrong.


The end will come,

We realise,

But fear is seen,

Behind the eyes.


So though he’s gone,

He’ll still be hear,

In memories,

Of things held dear.


The oddest man,

Eccentric, weird,

In tatty clothes,

Unshaven beard.


But look beneath,

The outer shell,

To see the man,

The truth will tell.


So goodbye friend,

It’s truly sad,

Let’s hope some good,

Comes from this bad.


I lost a friend,

Yet some remain,

But life may never,

Feel the same.


I fall heavily into the bed,

Like waves crash into the sea,

But suddenly I’m wide awake,

Not sure how this can be.


I take my pills for all my ills,

To try and calm my mind,

Yet the chance of sleep has run away,

Leaving me too far behind.


I try to read but it’s no good,

My mind that is, no luck,

My brain twists in so many ways,

Unlike the turgid book.


And so I lie and ruminate,

‘Til darkness turns to light,

The tale of a broken soul,

No way to make it right.