Parallel lines coloured, cover my hands.
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Wasteland
So they come out to play their games
With me again
I'm wondering in a wilderness of wasteland
Where only shadows exists
The sun is blocked out by the blackness of the night
Which is ever present...ever there
Hope becomes helplessness and happiness torment
One clings onto desire.
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Reality
I find myself in the tunnel again
escalating into the blackness
the voices are telling me...
my barriers are torn down
simplicity becomes complexity
with nowhere to hide, these
walls protect me from
the outside world, and
reality itself.
B...
These three poems are in a selection that I wrote when I was really ill. My marriage had just broken down, I was in a strange town, and my own family was some 200 miles away, I was isolated and shut off from the outside world as I had once knew it. I started to do things to myself which if one reads the poetry is self explanatory.
Writing thank God kept me sane...just. B...
