Waiting to be met
and elicit fascination
as someone discovers
who you are
and why it’s worth
knowing you
in this world
of endless people.
Hold on,
they are coming,
they have to be.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Waiting to be met
and elicit fascination
as someone discovers
who you are
and why it’s worth
knowing you
in this world
of endless people.
Hold on,
they are coming,
they have to be.
Pick up exhaustion,
the only option left,
and wonder where
the excitement went
as energies deplete
and everyone grumbles
though the day.
Last month seems so
far away.
Shadow of my life
always present
always felt,
tuck into the unseen
and reveal a shock
to upturn all.
Time to rethink everything,
time to reshape my world.
Unearth forgotten scribbles
and plots faded with time,
discover ideas once alive
ready to spark from attention.
Consider, push motivation,
focus on a path and navigate,
reach its end and unlock
an old world,
share it like its new.
Remember who it made you.
Once you’ve known love
and know what it is to love
you can never forget,
never go back.
Even if you lose it,
even if you’re alone
it will stay there
to comfort or mock
to warm or drown,
to end or begin.
Rain cleanses
the world of the year,
rinsing away
stains and achievements,
ready for a blank canvas.
Ready to start anew
or carry on a familiar life.
Last before reset,
make it special
or just mark it down,
either way it is ending
and you can embrace
the new
that arrives
with whatever attitude
you want.
Struggle through evil
to achieve
a virtual reward,
blacken your soul
for proof
of worthless deeds.
Empty and sickening,
yet you can not stop.
Will not stop.
Swap my clock,
my story,
my direction
and chuckle
like it means nothing.
What will this
opposite bring me,
what did this
disruption cost me?
Anticipate a calm
and dress to match.
Feel the shock of gale,
the cold of attack
and suffer the soggy
aftermath
as you continue on
your day.