I like you a lottle.

Lets start at the end like a Stephen King Noveland I’ll get this all out before I start to lose my bottle,and before I have a wobble and I waffle till I nobbleany chance I have to throttle back, and all my nerves then gobble up my message. So I decided I should cobbletogether a…

A Spoonful of Haiku Makes the Medicine go Down

Supercalifrag ilisticexpiali docious, sang Mary. Footnote: I have zero idea why this occured to me but it made me chuckle so… 😄 Additional Footnote: This is my 100th post… not sure it’s exactly the centennial post I had envisaged, but what the hell 😉

I Have A Low Haiku

Low doesn’t cut it. Everything seems like hard work. Im tired of hurting.

Lost

I’ve never felt so empty. The light inside me; gone. The wish to reignite it diminished. How did it all go wrong? Now there’s a piece missing. I don’t think I can get it back. Every time I break a little more. Expose yet another crack.

I So Miss My Boys

The house is so quiet, a distinct lack of noise. The energy’s left here. I so miss my boys. The floors have no radiance, the walls sound hollow. No longer a home, just a house, full of sorrow.

Bury it deep

Bury it deep where no one can see. Where darkness lurks and secrets be. Where pain is screaming and banging it’s head and anger is hiding waiting to be fed.