Untitled till September


Yesterday I felt your absence,

Right beside me, like a perilous drop

From which I edged away, fearing for life.

Emptiness overwhelmed, overthrew

What little sanity was left, as

Hip hop beats pelted all around

Like paralyzing darts at a

Sore, swollen heart.

Have you ever felt how lonely, how barren

These club beats make you feel?

Well, you know how this goes,

Every time I look at myself in the mirror I

Try so desperately to catch maybe

A glance of your smile in my own eyes, a splinter

Of a memory perhaps trapped within

From when I last held you.

Well, you know how this goes.

When feelings overflow I throw

Handfuls in the air and catch

What I can on paper, try and build

A bridge to you with words, but

Does that bring you closer? No, but I try.

And there I sat in a lonely cab homeward

Fingers itching, to ruffle your hair

Heart a wriggling mess, scratching itself in a frenzy

Mad with longing, just for a feel of you.

Yes, so your absence gives me words, bittersweet

On the tip of the tongue, but

I’d much rather have you instead.


Emotional wastelands

So this is what it feels like

To be banished to the emotional wastelands

So this is what it feels like

To walk among the living dead

Eating, sleeping,but never feeling

What it means to be


So this is what it feels like

Living with the knowledge that you are dying

Slowly, gradually, yet not really at peace

To die.

So this is what he felt like………..

So this is what it feels like

To gaze on to a land with no color, no life

Where no flowers nod and

Bloom in the wind,no faces smile

And greet, no sun shines

So this is what it feels like

In a land where only grey lives in shades, where misery

Lurks in every nook and corner, where heartache

Triumphs and numbness reigns

So this is what it feels like

To slowly wither away…………