Poems from WestLondonMan
Went through a very difficult time last year, someone taught me how to write poetry to help express myself. It really did (and I never thought it would). Thankfully all behind me.
I'm not sure, I can take much more,
Living my life I'm not,
Things started out oh so promising,
Then I began to rot.
Tiredness and doubt...
I sit there on the bus, taxi, train or cab . Stopping oneself from
giving me verbal jab.
Composed I go, along this journey, where all
can...
Laying next you this way, heavenly body, has made my day.
The physical connection is pure bliss yet without your mind I think
I'd drift....
At first the illusion is good and proper, promises a many,
it is hard not to faulter.
Time ticks by and the terms comes through, wow this...
Screaming, fighting, sacred food was the symbol of the 1980's.
The weekly baths, always a storm, I went last,
only to find the water had...