Busy,
Sitting,
Thinking,
Crying
Busy,
Sitting,
Thinking,
Dying.
poetical
Death #poetry
The news is filled with death and loss,
Watching only causes pain,
I wish I could avoid the hate,
But I fear it’s not that plain.
Feet #poetry
Cold, gnarled and twisted,
Skin hardened, tough and worn,
My feet have taken punishment,
Since the time that I was born.
Timely
In a rather timely fashion,
She suddenly appeared,
Looking rather desperate,
She was everything I feared.
Flow
Running out of lager,
I can’t think that there’s much worse,
Just as I get into a flow,
It’s gone, and so I curse
Significantly Critically Important
Stop exaggerating,
It really is quite dull,
All your speak,
This working week,
Has been nothing but pure bull..
ticking
Thinking…
Time carries on
ticking,
Regardless,
Ticking,
Relentless,
Ticking.
Meanwhile my
body slowly
begins to
degenerate,
ticking,
Decay,
Ticking.
Why then
do I
sit
waiting,
Ticking,
Wanting,
Ticking.
The end will
be the
end,
Certainty,
Ticking,
Definitely,
Ticking.
Nuance
A subtle change, a difference,
Not always clear to see,
A nuance, fine distinction,
Of a varying degree.
nervous
It’s a fact that I am nervous,
At all times and of most things,
Despite my best intentions,
And with the sadness that it brings.
time
a moment
a second,
mistaken,
I reckon,
time ticks on,
relentless,
I sit still,
the duress,
the fear and
the nerves there,
I feel them,
a real scare,
but time won’t
wait for me,
a dark cloud,
misery
The Occasional Musing of Peter J. Thomas 