A letter to Santa? the poem
Dear Santa, What I want for Christmas is this: I want a dad that doesn’t drink Until he throws up in the kitchen sink I want a mum who doesn’t bark And kick and I hide from in the dark I want relations who don’t bicker Showing off to which one is thicker I want…
Egg custard application form lied to mother unselfesteemable fake running failed breast exam Hash browns pay bills dished dirt unwishywashy dream travelling chemo Monday Spam pancake empty press lifeless prayer unsustainable feign acting blankety blank
girl – Look at your face can you see it? death as the mask Pale, lifeless, gaunt Tired, hurt, bruised what point is pain? girl – those drugs you take don’t make you good scratched bleeding arms take over body invade the brain. When did you feel? girl – you are a waste messed up…
how low can we go?
The low ebb is descending A rhyme from a pop song Reverberates the background It’s melodic chant daring her lower Tiredness all around no respite Sleep deprivation increases the tome No good news war sickness No puppy dog tales only poverty Take it to the chorus litany of woe Shutters coming down Closing up shop…
A letter to Santa
I want a dad that doesn’t drink Until he throws up in the kitchen sink I want a mum who doesn’t bark And kick and I hide from in the dark I want relations who don’t bicker Showing off to which one is thicker I want a brother I can look after That I can…
will I go out?
days merge, sunlight beckons clouds mute, door remains shut nights blend, moonlight summons stars gleam, door held bolted emerging shadowlike breath quickening fast retreat locked content bolted contents bound agreed connect achieved.
Your unfailing love is priceless Your righteousness like mighty mountains Your justice deeper than deep, deep, seas Your faithfulness is boundless And Your love reaches even me In the shadow of your wings I find rest, shelter and peace The Light of this world Humbled to walk as us Punished as a living sacrifice I…
promise me, keep me never let go of me i am Yours and You are mine A sign of our love look to the sky see My truth in Me your hope is found A sign of My love feeding needs weak made strong mustard seed of hope All signs of Your love (in awe…
grey world grey people grey lives lonely afraid alone bereft greyness rules murky dismal drab not dark enough for pure evil squalid dingy grey never abating grey world grey people breathing without hope You are needed here
black mould creeps spiders’ webs drape dust settles wood lice crawl long legs leap musk spreads