Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
Not by choice
I am turning into
a once strong man.
Looking out at me
as I become more familiar
to myself, a knowing stranger.
A smirk of ancestral fate
watches as I realise
the unavoidable.
Not me but me accepting
an ever growing collection
of uncoincidental mannerisms.
You can tell when the monster is talking. It’s obvious.
The man becomes quiet and he can’t remember what happened.
Furious judgement, obsessed anger.
Then, a switch flips and away with narcissism.
Reason and peace, until the next time.
Ups are getting shorter and further apart.
Downs are deeper and longer.
One day, the downs will be all there is, after one final miserable up.
And who will know?
In the darkness, alone.
