I thought I might just put up this little poem I wrote. I wrote it a few years ago in different circumstances to now. Instead of explaining here I think I'll just leave anyone who's interested to ask me. So ask me about it!!
Havens
The cold rhythm of winter days.
Safe havens from icy winds,
Churches,
Libraries,
And galleries..
But open to the cacophony of the human mind.
True havens are either hard to find or costly and prone to disappointment.
Images on a screen,
Drifting away for an eternity of time,
Never ending but always ending.
Moments captured of how it is and never is.
Time fluctuates between reality and abnormality.
Cresting in depression when choices are true,
And frustration when forced to watch fools at play.
Alcohol ceases to deaden the pain.
Frustrated artist?
Or am I also a fool?
I could say 'Time wil tell',
But what has time already told.
Deeper understanding and truer purpose.
All this vanishes,
Against the hard reality of cold winter days and homelessness.
Havens
The cold rhythm of winter days.
Safe havens from icy winds,
Churches,
Libraries,
And galleries..
But open to the cacophony of the human mind.
True havens are either hard to find or costly and prone to disappointment.
Images on a screen,
Drifting away for an eternity of time,
Never ending but always ending.
Moments captured of how it is and never is.
Time fluctuates between reality and abnormality.
Cresting in depression when choices are true,
And frustration when forced to watch fools at play.
Alcohol ceases to deaden the pain.
Frustrated artist?
Or am I also a fool?
I could say 'Time wil tell',
But what has time already told.
Deeper understanding and truer purpose.
All this vanishes,
Against the hard reality of cold winter days and homelessness.