Darkrose

Darkrose

Thursday, April 27, 2017

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Lull me to sleep
As I shake in the darkness
Pour love by starlight
Under shivering willows
And snowing cherry blossoms
Scented twilight
Sighing softly 
Memories of another time. 

Monday, January 23, 2017

Autopsy


This isn't it,
This isn't the life I wanted, for me, for us.
The pain, the loneliness of constant pain.
The aching in my chest for a life not lived
Merely survived.
Waking each morning it starts before I can open my eyes,
Gnawing at my self worth, my fight being drained from me.
Sometimes it's all I can do to keep breathing.
In, out.

Friday, January 20, 2017

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I have frequent been with unknown minds,
Lost and silent though filled with words,
In silence they find no peace,
They fear its deafening stillness.

Friday, August 19, 2016

Omran

He sheds no tears. 
Doesn't seem to see the flurry of activity around him. 
He is five,
He is covered in dust and rubble;
And blood. 
It gets in his eyes,
he rubs it away
And still his face stays stoic,
Shell shocked. 
We see him on the screen and we weep and wail about the cost of war,
And the death toll rises while we do. 
And we watch.....

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

What I mean...

When you ask me how I am and I say "Ah the usual" or "Same old same old" I want you to know what I mean.
I mean there is pain, there's always pain. From the moment I wake up till the time I fall into a restless sleep there is pain. And it's not just pain in one area it's everywhere, everything hurts but it's at a level where I can leave the house, go to the shops go to the gym, meet you for a drink etc without breaking down. That the fatigue isn't so bad that I can do nothing, I just need to pace myself.
When you asked me how I am and I say "today is a bad day" I want you to know what I mean.
I mean there is pain and I can barely handle it. I mean I have probably cried already today and will again with frustration, anger, pain and exhaustion at the fact my own body does this to me for no reason. I want you to know I have wished for a switch to be able to just turn off everything; have imagined cutting off whatever limb is hurting the most. That due to the fatigue my husband has probably had to wash and dry my hair because I can't lift my arms. That I feel close to breaking point.
This is what fibromyalgia is. What it does. It makes life a tightrope of wondering what tomorrow will be like, worrying about future family events because you don't know how you will be, being so fed up of feeling like shit but not wanting to be moaning all the time about it (or my crohns).
It's sucks basically but at least now you know what I mean when I say "today is a bad day".

Monday, June 6, 2016

Gone

The moonlight gone from the skies tonight,
An aching soul
Three small words that hold such power now missing from the air,
Silence abounds and surrounds.
Distant stars disappear and drown in the midnight sea.



          

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Embers into flame
Sparked by your presence
Holds my gaze
Even as I try to look away,
A soul that never grows old.



Monday, January 25, 2016

Hope....

There is hope in rain drops,
Falling from a slate sky,
Washing over everything,
Cleansing,
Cleaning away the grime
The dirt, disappointment
Refreshed, renewed we try again.
Hopeful.

The Space Between

The space between the photo graphs
The places in between the light
Where the flash cannot reach
Where the darkness is
Alone, empty.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Desolate

Some die looking for a hand to hold,
Clinging to something that was never there,
Alone, watched from the shadows
Or not watched at all.
And we of stone,
Transform, vaporous upon an icy wind
Condemned to the edge of the world
Beyond the deep horizon.
Alone, together,
Evermore.