Wednesday, 30 December 2009


Sitting here in my room, I see no hope in sight,

I can indeed be a happy soul, but alas though not tonight,

Abject boredom, depression and 'spair, the things that cling to me,

Help, come forth and manifest, all that I wish to be,

For many times I am brave as ONE, this strength I know is there,

But certain times, I think we must, emit a crying flare,

Why is it that we, can be reduced, to helpless piles of shit,

Only wanting, warm and caring place, a tightly fitting mitt,

But all is OK with the world, tonight it is just me,

For whence the morning comes again, my pain... it will be free.