17 December 2013



I’m strung out and in the dark

Those goofballs I swallowed

Won’t tie me down

No rest for the stupid

That’s what they say

There’s no dignity left me

No stone to hide under

I chart the contours of a deep unease

That languishes in my gut

And finger the suppurating fissures

Carved into my heart

It’s a lonely occupation

Borne of necessity

The pain will pass – it always does

That in itself seems sad to me

Looking back now I realise

That love was not the answer


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