Poem No2

The demons within, persuade to sin and end a life of madness.

The joy is fleeting, the moments depleting, the anger consumes!

The destination of my journey has been long and laborious, the life of a fool is far from glorious.

The fragility of my soul Is disguised with a smile.

The horror of my actions were repugnant and vile…Forgiveness I shall seek!

The demons chastise, my sanity compromised, the appeal of death is seductive.

Poem No1

Glimpses of hope and moments of sanity.

Existence in a world of greed and vanity!

The feeling of insignificance is prominent.

My existence is shrouded in the aspersions that are dominant.

The disparaging remarks destruct the vision of hope, Life time of doubts, a fractured ability to cope.



Fantastic Illusion

Succumbed to the temptation that I desperately deny. The feel of euphoria, that seductive high.

The fortress is weakening, the senses are flooded. My perception of reality is distorted and troubled.

I react to the anticipation with a gleam in my eye, dreaming of that moment, that seductive high.

The anxiety dissipates  the demons anticipate; my reluctant return to reality!

The wayward surprise

Traumatised by the thoughts of past behaviours, supported by love and courageous saviors.

Never backing down to the persuasive darkness, supporting their young through uncompromising sadness.

Faced with a demon of a wayward son, spitting evil from a tarnished tongue.

Faced with a son that’s unrecognisable, the tormentor son is undeniable.
A shadow stands before them with a look in his eye, curtailing screams of “DIE DIE DIE”
Who is the stranger that appears before there eyes; he once was their son, the wayward surprise.