Saturday, 18 November 2017

Those Black Dog Days...



Those black dog days

Where no matter if it's bad things or glad things

The mind morphs everything into sad things

And the tears roll

Where the outside world's even scarier

And the hustle and bustle makes life feel blurrier

And out of control

Where self-confidence is lacking

And people's haggling, slagging and backstabbing

Is taking its toll

Where everyone bleats 'there, there'

But their telephone tone says 'don't care'

It's just a pre-recorded drone

Where no place feels like your safe place

And people's faces are ramraiding your airspace

And you've no concept of home

Where everything about you is imploding

And not trusting people is obstructing the offloading

And you're tired, empty and cold

Where you're smiling but you are lying

You wear and share it to stop people prying

So they'll leave you alone

Where simply breathing is leaving you breathless

And the one wish on your wish list reads death wish

And hopelessness is your chaperone

Those days

It's just one of those days

Those Black Dog Days




Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Come The Hour...



Come the hour

When this world sees fit

To remove my tired shape

From the confines

Of this mortal coil

May the universe allow

That I should journey onwards

To forever dwell

Amongst the words of masters

In that great library in the sky



Poem Only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Thursday, 2 November 2017

Who Knows...



With each breath that I take

How deep?

How deep?



With each beat of my heart

How strong?


How strong?



With each promise I make

How true?


How true?



For as long as I live

How long?

How long?



Who knows.



Poem Only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Holding...



I hold a sadness

That's unshifting

I hold a hurt

That lingers on

I hold a memory

Of our yesterdays

I hold a heartache

For times long gone


Copyright:  Lynn Gerrard



© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Teddy & Me...



Teddy and me

Wanted beans for tea

'Cos beans for tea

We adore

If Teddy and me

Had had beans for tea

Mummy wouldn't have been

On the floor



Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Saturday, 28 October 2017

The Path Of Shadows...



Let us walk the path

Of shadows

Amidst the shapes

Of woe

Let us dare to tread

Where spirits dwell

And the living

Fear to go



Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Friday, 27 October 2017

Fading Stars...



You and I

Are but fading stars

Briefly flashing

Before we are

Tossed into

The great beyond

Not with a bang

But through a yawn





Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard