I have to peel the layers,
My subconscious awaits,
Look beyond the prayers,
What’s beyond those gates?
Read More »Beyond the Black Gate
Tag: mental health
Lines Form in the Underworld.
It’s a sinking kind of sadness,
Times been cut short,
Some stand by this madness,
Malpractice is now its own sport.
We could have been saved,
They weren’t concerned,
We climbed the second wave,
One hundred and thirty thousand graves.
By the third our hope is in sight,
Trials have been successful,
The vaccine will end our plight,
The year of lockdowns has been stressful.
Variants engulf the world,
A fourth wave stands above us,
Lines form in the underworld,
We’re told hindsight while we fuss.
This week I was inspired by the news, here in the UK a lot of accusations have been made, and they have made me perpetually sad.
It could all be nonsense, or made up of a million lies, but even just the thought of it haunts me.
As always stay safe, thank you so much for taking the time to read my new poem, and let’s hope we get out of this soon.
Almost double vaccinated,
Emma.
Thoughts and Whispers.
When Nightmares Reign
Unravelling.
Empty tin can in the street,
Steer clear of the car,
Broken and beat,
It could’ve gone far.
Read More »Toxic Cycle
Twinkle and Sprinkles.
The lights twinkle,
It’s all too overwhelming,
Everything is glitter and sprinkles,
The ice is melting.
Read More »The Wee Beastie!
It’s been seven long months with the wee beastie inside of me,
Worrying about the population of the minx,
My lungs still not up to capacity,
Breathing problems resemble the Sphinx.
Read More »It Will Turn!
Will it actually happen?
Half the glass ceiling will be smashing,
The donkey stands clapping,
Social distanced lights will be flashing.
Read More »When My Life Became Blue.
Take care of your sister,
You were just sad she wasn’t a mister,
Treating her like a boy,
Calling her names and sapping her joy.
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