Mood

08/12/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



I’d like to escape from myself sometimes

When the sadness overwhelms me.

It’s always with me, deep inside

A sinking melancholy dragging me down.



I am forlorn and in despair,

There is nothing I can do

No saving grace to pull me through

And I must only survive this downheartedness.



I am not worth the time or effort

To repair my broken soul.

Just abandon me here,

Because I am not of any value.



It is laughable that I should be held

To be the best person for the job

Regardless of what the position is,

I will never meet the requirements.



I hate myself for feeling this way

But there’s no one to blame by myself,

Every day, I must atone for the wrong

That I have wrought every day prior.



I think about the world without me,

How much better that might be.

If I weren’t here to screw things up,

And no one would miss me anyhow.



I don’t want to go out to the movies,

Or read that book you recommended.

I don’t want to play football this year,

I just can’t be bothered anymore.



People say they’re trying to help

But they don’t stick around very long,

They get tired of me and leave,

Not that I blame them for that.



I haven’t slept in so long,

Not real sleep, anyway.

I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling,

Wondering why I’m even here.



I don’t eat anymore.

Not unless I’m forced to.

The doctors say it’s unhealthy

But they don’t really care.



I just want to be left alone,

To stay in bed and not do anything,

I don’t want to move, or work,

Or talk to these people who say they’re friends.



Don’t talk to me right now,

I can’t focus on what you’re saying.

My mind is off, somewhere,

Anywhere but here.



No, I don’t know what I want to put on,

I don’t care what colour it is,

Why are you asking me to decide?

I don’t know what you want.



I stood at the top of the cliffs

I swallowed all the pills in the cabinet

I drove into a tree at high speed

But none of you will let me go.



The pain I feel is excoriating,

Every joint aches all the time.

I just want to be free from it all

And to not have the agony prolonged.



My bag is packed and under my bed,

Like it has been since I was twelve

I don’t want to be here

But you won’t let me leave this place.



Nothing I do is right,

I can’t live like this any more

The constant attempts and failures

Are eating away at my very soul.



You all have it so easy,

You breeze through every hurdle.

I hate what this world has made me

And I hate the world as well.



One day I will burn this place

And everything it contains.

Maybe it will take me, too,

And I will be at peace.

The Angry Man

24/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation



There’s an angry, angry man

Sitting in a house

He doesn’t even own

And definitely doesn’t deserve



He’s a man who cannot tell

The truth from a bald-faced lie

And will not be corrected

When he undoubtedly gets it wrong



He’s angry at his colleagues

Who play by the rules

Thinking they should have his back

No matter what the cost



He’s angry at his rivals

For their very existence

And what he sees as

Favourable treatment



He’s angry at his predecessor

For getting so much done

Despite the road blocks put in front of him

And the rising racism he faced



He’s angry at those subservient

When they will not tow the line

Making outlandish, spiteful claims

About their ability and integrity



He’s angry at the media

For uncovering the deeds

He’d rather have kept hidden

From the public's prying eyes



He’s angry at other leaders

Who ask him to uphold deals

That go against his bigoted ideals

So he hangs up on them instead



He’s angry at the intelligence agencies

For bringing intelligence to light

Because it reflects poorly on his image

As a man in complete control



He’s angry at comedians

Who so often take the piss

Creating skits of his administration

That are far too close for comfort



He’s angry at the citizens

Who demand he do his job

Because they ask more than he can give

And he hates to be seen as weak



He’s angry at the courts

Who throw out his frivolous suits

Because he has no actual evidence

And even his lawyers know that



He’s angry at democracy

For standing in his way

And not letting him be the supreme leader

That he thinks he deserves to be



But after four long years of anger

His reign of terror is nearly done

Though he’ll fight it every step of the way

Like a toddler throwing a tantrum



And when’s finally evicted

From the house upon the hill

He’ll turn his anger to fear

When he realises he’s on his own