Ok, this is a new form to me, so I’m still learning, like all my other writing, this is a page of experimentation, so feel free to drop me any pointers.
Being alone is a weakness,
Breathing is hard, thoughts rapid,
Thinking of death with a savage clarity
My day started with self anger,
Abusing my own clumsiness,
I need to be kinder to myself.
I breathe in as the world ignites,
I exhale sorrow,
The world can’t go on this way.
I have no sky only a ceiling,
The wood and plaster confine me,
There is no outside.
I can not watch the news anymore,
Fear and anger are kings,
Anxiety is my new monarch.
I was once calm and at peace,
Those days are long gone,
Buried in the cold earth.
Dan Verkys 