The Wicked #poetry

The Wicked thoughts,

Of wicked men,

Shared far too much,

And too often…


Mr Daniels, how are you?

Sat alone, no company,

I find my brain askew,

Suddenly an idea comes,

I know just what to do.

I reach out for an old friend,

One that’s always had my back,

And spend the night, the two of us,

Just me and my mate Jack…


It’s far from easy,

Often too hard,

Life collapses,

A tower of cards,

Or game of jenga,

With all the blocks,

Just one mistake,

Topples the lot,

But one key difference,

That life is real,

We cut, we bleed,

We hurt, we feel,

And we cannot

just start again,

Or wipe the slate,

Remove the pain,

We have one go,

Perhaps one chance,

We twist, we turn,

In life’s last dance…