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.

Maintain the persistence

I am sedulous in my attempts to fight the encroaching domineering thoughts that attempt to pervade my spirituality.

I explode in a fit of self- deprecation that torments my every waking existence; I am weak, I am ugly, I can never be happy. The quiet one whispers; I am good enough, I am worthy of happiness and I can live a life where the thoughts do not acknowledge the continuing presence of darkness, and let them dominate!

Persistence is key in the continued battle of the two enemies with one heart. The quiet one shall prevail!


Feelings oppress me, the challenge depresses me. I’m lost in a world without the delusion of success.

Haunted by fear deluded by hope, the persistence of doubt is forever present!

The anger drowns me, the thoughts pound me, and the impenetrable barrier is compromised!

The tears flow, the river grows, never to experience the serenity that I desire

Unwanted clarity

Destined for a life with thoughts that are provoking; the allure of death is persistently evoking.

Imprisoned by the fears, irrational fears. The torment escalates.

Traumatised by the feelings of a life with no gain. Fantasy of an existence free from pain.

To find the courage to face my tormentor, the internal battle with the devastating enemy.
Who is the antagonist that hounds my thoughts repeatedly?

The enemy is near, the realisation is clear; the enemy who will be forever my unwanted companion, is me!


The increasing fear is the realisation that I’ll never be free from the chains that bind me.

The chains that choke my life are compounded by the thoughts that I’m bedeviled to endure.

Disillusion is prominent, existential muses unanswered.

If only I was brave, a moment to save; the essence of my humanity!


Strength of desire will guide me as the compelling darkness attempts to seduce me.

Observing from the shadows the eyes watch me, stalk me and haunt my staggered steps in this laborious existence.

With each stumble, an expectation of failure flashes across eyes concealed in the darkness, poised ready to capture the depleted essence of my dispirited soul.