Poem idea

20:99

Mysterious puddle

appearing in the night,

greeting the world

through the shimmer

of light.

Why are you here?

Why have you come?

Are you a tormentor

or a saviour to some?

Do you grant powers,

or have a healing touch?

Can you solve all my problems…

or is that asking too much?

Who am I kidding,

I know the truth,

you’re a sign of more trouble

and I have the proof.

My freezer has defrosted,

the food started to thaw,

everything must be chucked out

because that’s sod’s law.

So, my puddle of torment

is not a ray of light,

but let’s look on the bright side,

I’ll lose some weight, right?

Poem idea

20:98

It’s been days since I

saw this bed,

with its walls of pages

that soothe my soul.

The air is hot and stale,

contained and concealed

from the rest of the world.

Instead, the sofa had been

home, with the natural

breeze of nature able

to touch it, but the added

benefit of aching muscles

and an absent body.

When you’re not here,

I can’t bear to sleep

upstairs, alone in a

bed meant for two.

Instead I live on

restless sleep and

lonely dreams, waiting

for the days you can

join me, the days I

can sleep safely

in your arms.

Poem idea

20:97

I like to watch depressing

stories, people’s lives

that never recover.

It grounds me,

slaps me awake,

and focuses my life,

to see how lucky

I really am.

I have bad days,

so what?

I’ve never really considered

suicide, or felt so

alone I could just die.

I’ve been ignored and bullied,

but never invisible to

those who love me.

I am lucky,

and selfish,

feeling worse-off than

I am. But somedays you

just need to feel sorry

for yourself.

Float a little

before you ground yourself

again, to the better

existence you have.

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