Falling through the cracks of life
Blissfully unaware of strife...

When you find yourself lost and alone
To whom do you decide to turn...

Happily laying my head to rest
On my pillow, only the best...

This is just a mess of words - not even poetry...
This year hasn't been the best, for any of us...

Workaholic, insane and crazy
Are some of the words used...

A cold shiver shakes me to my core
Tries to knock on my hearts door...

Unable to sleep
On a heated summers night...

Squirtle is coloured a nice sky blue.
Question it, you do...

A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...

I can’t take much more
All this death at my front door...

Entering the home
to smells of honeycomb...

Touching the ground in a strange yet familiar...
Needing to get some fresh air in my stale lungs...