The quality of this life is torturous
A Struggle to survive emotionally daily...

If all the Mountains of these Isles
Piled up into one enormous peak...

I am worn out by my dreams
Old, tired, yet feeling alive...

Neither you nor anyone sees me.
Standing, leaning or sitting there...

My unworthiness seeps through my clothes
So that all who see me turn their heads and sneer...

Every day I wait for you to turn and smile at me.
The smiles of all the others fall to the floor and...

Does the heart react to CBT?
Can seven weeks of talking therapy cure you of...

She is the setting of the sun, the rising of the...
The appointed keeper in the secret precincts of...

My wimpering heart lies tormented
its passion pacing like a caged beast...

M etaphysical,birth and death life and
sex thats all the facts when you...

Today I cry for her,
and my poem falls to the page...

I twitch and convulse living on nerves taunt as...
Like a traitor to a cursed cause-self condemned...