Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
I am alone
Yet I am not
I am lonely
Yet I am not
I am worried
Constantly worried
And I am tired of it all.
The pressures of living
Close in, in my brain
It’s not the big things
Those I cannot control
It’s the little things that bother me now.
I drift off to dream land
Yet another time
I started to study
The readings were dry
My head jerks awake
As it falls on my chest
My eyes blink excessively
Fruitlessly at best
I attempt again
To read academic scripts
But the deep dark sanctum
Of sleep; rolls other clips.
When cleaning out the house
There are many treasures to behold
Long forgotten memories
Helping to shape the future mould.
Insidious weed
Come to stay
Invaded the place
In just one day.
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
B r e a t h e
Stop
Collect
And
Repeat
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
Rush Hush
B r e a t h e
The world
repeats
In fin ite ly
The desk is overflowing
The drawers are long stuck closed
The roll top is a holder
For horders to behold.
Alas the end is coming
That paperwork must die
Sent to the cross cut shreder
Then to the compost bin to lie.
The day is cool
Jumpers warm
I cannot afford the heater
The night grows tired
As do I
Yet I cannot afford a dinner
The bank balance is on empty
Seven days til I get paid
Not enough money to pay the bills
I said I would never have regrets
Years of money squandered
A deep sadness settles in
The power of a parent
To build them up or knock them down
The power of a parent
To create happy human beings
The power of a parent
Is sometimes highly in doubt
But the parent has lots of power
Of that there is no doubt
A parent who follows up
When that teacher rings home for bad
Has just made a difference
Positive and well accepted
A parent who does nothing
After the same phone call
Tells the student – “I do not care
About you much at all”
I thank my deity every day
My parents had good power
And used it in many different ways.
You are dead to the world
No one sees you
And those who know you
Don’t seem to care.
You fight the world
At every turn
It doesn’t care
One child,
Lost.
Battling living
A war you fight
But you don’t want to win
Just stop and let someone help you
Just stop and let someone in.
But you know
You have known for years
That letting some one in
Hurts you more in the end.