Nations, Proud

The flags contort and distort

In the air

Writhing in the wind

Nations proud, lie

Humbled at their knees

What is done in the dark

Shall be brought to the light

In full view and truth

My Mess

Blocked thoughts

The thick sludge stops me moving on

To cleaner waters

All that I am

Is blocked at the pores

Stopped from escaping myself

Kept too long inside, rotting away

If there’s a chance of escape

I will kill it

And run from this mess I’ve made

Benefits

Calling out my name

In a large room

8am

I sit there, on trial

For money that’s not mine

Only for me to sleep

The whole day

When I return

A hard day of nothing

Dirty Sheets

She’s gone

But the stench

Remains

No Guilt

I see the guilt

I want to welcome it

To shake hands

And ask how do you do

But all it does is sit there

Like it’s disabled

Mumbling stupid shit to itself

I walk off laughing at it

Leaving it alone in the dark

Unloading

I lay my truths bare for all to see

My shame, naked, my guilt exposed

All laid down

Ready to be sold like wares

Until every single piece is bought

I will become free