

I’m dragging my heels towards this birthday
Scraping myself along ruined
By an attack of shingles
Pain caused by stress, uncertainty
and a complete lack of self-worth
How do some people believe
In themselves so thoroughly?
My sciatic nerve is shot
Blisters on my buttock
All down my leg
And on the sole of my left foot
Causing a lack of anything remotely positive
I’ve not been looking forward to this
I cannot believe I’m seventy
It’s got to be a mistake
And now a cold has put the boot in
It’s been lying in wait
Just there lurking
O yes hello welcome to my party
I’m causing myself anxiety
I’ve never believed in me
All the struggles of seven decades
Has revealed itself now
In blistering display of anguish
Well done you
Bish 29/05/2022
If I knew why I was Here
If I knew why I was here
I wouldn’t write poetry
Or paint pictures
If I knew why I was here
I wouldn’t have to hope
That tomorrow would be kinder
If I knew why I was here
Their Indifference wouldn’t matter
I take everything to heart
I feel everything that is left unsaid
And I always fail to understand
That I should pay no attention
If I knew why I was here
If I knew why I was here
Bish 25/5/2022
Darkness
Darkness has no need of love
It’s just a lack of light
It’s the passing of time
As surely as love will fade
So the the darkness
Will engulf the hope
That I once treasured
Leaving me alone
For alone is what l know best
when the darkness really comes
Even the feeling of loneliness
Will be at an end
Bish 25/5/2022