Losing the Thread

I grazed my knee once
Just a tiny tear
When it healed
It must have left
A tiny loose thread
That gets tugged
Now and again
At least i think
That’s what happened
Because I am
Starting
To
Unravel

The Cloaked Figure

He pulls up his hood before stepping out
The trim of his cloak skimming the street
As he sets off to wander once more
To most he is nothing but the darkest of stories
The night time thought that morning chases away
No footsteps will echo as he passes your way
He will not knock or ask for an invite
Just remember he has travelled far and wide
With not a chance to stop and rest
He will expect no welcome or warm embrace
Just an end to this one journey
So he can return to the dark

Stuck

Song swirls in my head
Just one line or phrase
Wormed in through my ear
Made itself a cosy home
The words of another
Still echo in their voice
I speak it sounds like me
Yet all I can think is them
Remembered beat bounces
Makes my brain skip again
Whatever it may be
It’s the sound track of my day

Supporters Charter

Welcome to the family
By birthright or adoption
Come share our constant burden
Which is also our crutch
It will bring you despair
Yet highs of utter joy
Our love will inspire hate
That comes with jealousy
We will be a reality
And provide total escape
Become passion and frustration
Something you cannot give up
Hope for more joyous meetings
Than drowning of sorrows
Whichever they may be
We will always know
Exactly how you feel

My Familiar

I wouldn’t give my blanket
To anyone but her
My food is to sustain me
Unless she is hungry
I worry about very little
Except her all the time
My home feels incomplete
Until she comes to me

The Power in Text

Please forgive me
I didn’t take the care
That you deserve
I broke your pedestal
Sent you tumbling
Back down to earth

Please forgive me
I hope that you can
From where you lie
For I have learnt
To take more care
With the words
I choose

Take the Road

Lights sparkle and shine
Electric fires in the night
Now the stars shy away
From the main beam show
Horns and engines blare
A new kind of music
Has taken over this place
Once there was silence
Now its the beat of pistons
Only scavengers remain
To dance to this tune
In the concrete domain
Where night never falls
And work never ends

Labyrinth

I know I’m still
In there somewhere
I just can’t find the door

I make each turn
With such certainty
That the exit will appear

I remember
On rare occasions
That I don’t have the key

The Leaves Will Fall

Making his judgements
Whispering them only
To the fleeting wind
The old man watching
As the world passes by

Age grips him in winter
Now the summer dawns
Some youth is returning
To the old man watching
As the world passes by

He would have moved on
But he put down roots
Such a long time ago
The old man watching
As the world passes by

So many moments
Of life has he seen
More will play out
For the old weathered tree
Watching as the world passes by

Its been a week….

I started this challenge a week ago, and its certainly been hard work at times. No thoughts of giving up though and im really enjoying how much it’s pushing me and making me think. Certainly rekindling my love of writing. I hope people are enjoying reading my efforts and here is to another week.

Thank you for the support
C