Tag Archive: anger


The Favour Asked

When you ask:
“How is John?”
How about
You go and visit, brighten his day.

When you ask for help,
How about
You remember how you didn’t help me.

You know I’ll help
Despite
All the water
That has gone under the bridge.

I’ll re-arrange
The life
I’m trying 
So hard to re-build.

I try every day
To forget
How you didn’t help my children
Who so badly needed their family.

I’ll use my meagre resources
To ensure that you do not feel
The sense of abandonment
That I felt.

All I ask is
That you remember the good turn
And pay it forward.

And visit John.
He needs it.

Black Cloud

A roiling, rolling, black cloud of anger
Is coming for me.

From just over
The three hundred and sixty degrees
Of my horizon.

I can smell it,
Feel the malevolence.

I know not
From which direction it will come.

I know not
When it will catch me.

But I know it is there.

And I will be powerless
To stop it.

It terrifies me,
Paralyses me.

I wait, for the inevitable.

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