Never Been Heard

(formerly The Musings and Learnings of a Widowed Bipolar Mum)

Tag: poet

  • I hurt

    But I’ve been writing all day today and I’m still hurting. I do art with the same intention swapping around the bits of my brain used. But I’ve done art today too and still I hurt. It is hurt covered in a blanket of internal rage. There are too many layers to reach it today.…

  • Lemonade for the Renegade

    Your immaturity finds it’s way to the stage in rage. Forceful and Fierce, I cause you to disengage. A futile routine seeking change, you’ll never reach that place Once more your default action is to confine me to a cage. You say, all the gang say, I don’t know how to behave. In reality, I’m…

  • Forgive them, they know not what they do

    You’re doing it again Mum But now I know your game, The strategies you use, Tired, old, lame. I still feel disturbed and anxious, But instead of feeding you, Ill curl up with my black puss, Whilst I think of something better to do. It’s been a week of loss, Of those that I hold…