Torn

there is                   a tear in my                   fabric started                 as a nick getting               longer all the              time ragged             edges splitting             ripping painful             sound rending            wrenching threads           hanging stuffing           showing guts          spilling i don’t        know which       way to go . torn

Wasting Time

lost in my own head empty hours stretch out before me as i realise i have absolutely no idea what to do paralysed by indecision sat in a car park thinking about thinking about what i could be doing with this time wasting it squandering it making a drama out of it and still i…… Continue reading Wasting Time