The cramp that I am experiencing Is painful and worrying I haven’t drunk enough fluids Fluids are important when breathing You need them to protect your lung membranes. Old inhaler you are of no use. Cheese bread you are too tempting. I want a shower but there is no conditioner Without it, my hair will…


Anxious waiting with flushed face, Air dry, skin drying, Cracked lips and muscle cramping, It feels like I’m drying out, When drinking I feel drier, As it lowers the salt, Before leaving I need juice, Stomach cramping – nauseous, A shaky heart rattling away, Waiting for the known, unknown.


We were a tiny group of children who barely knew each other, Tossed into a merciless building full of sharks, You hunted your way through the flock, I was so innocent and now a perfect target, Not the only one but you made me believe I was, Do you know that I still can’t eat…

You never listen

You ever listen when I speak, We’ve more than drifted apart, Years of isolation led me here, On this boulevard of broken dreams, So much I want to say but never can, Leave me here and I’ll drown, I only ever wanted you to understand, I’m melting at the edges.


Screaming deep inside myself, Broken and lost, Forever alone.

Rotting on the inside

Beneath this skin, I’ve hidden so much, Under the surface, Rotting on the inside. Everyone thinks I’m happy, Nine years of acting, Bulletproof armour, Must be worth an Oscar right? If you see beneath this, I’ll push you away, Just pretend it’s all fine, Close your eyes and walk away.


Sat hunched over cold, Anxious time passing slowly, Dislocated broken and painful, Despite it all, soldiering on, Things have to be done, No pain, no gain, Isolated and alone, Though mostly by choice, Hiding in the shadows, Pulling ropes in the dark.


Bright sun and colder wind, Shining, rippling, blue-green water, Bulrushes rustling and swaying. Frogs jumping in the moss, Croaking, quacking, singing, Spring time. Spring I rejoice in you, Warm sun and dappled shade, Neath blossomed trees.

The words that you said they still haunt me

The words that you said they still haunt me, You’d think that four years to heal the gaping wound in my chest would be good enough. But apparently, that isn’t so, I’d rather that you’d hit me, It would have healed by now. No-one has noticed this infection that I harbour, Talking would help to…

Empty on the inside

I’ve done all in my power to be empty on the inside, But you still linger in my veins, Attempts to cut you out all failed, Your roots grow deeper, Cracking the stone I built around my heart, All this time you’ve been untreated.

Handle with care

Handle with care, The wounds are still healing, Maybe you are the one to finally hear me, I’ve been calling out so long, I’d given up hope of being found, Not left here, But this designated safe place, A place of my own making set adrift. If I were a box I’d be marked thus,…

There was an old lady

There was an old lady who lived by the sea, And she warned of a fish named Colin Murphy, His scales were green, Wherever he was seen, The other fish cried, When Colin they spied, Because he was known as a big bully, There was never such a big bully in all of the sea,…