Still breathing. Just doing little else. Working from home (with the odd day in the office every 2-3 weeks). No words though. My creativity is struggling. I need normality in which I can find inspiration for shitty poems. But I'm still breathing. So there's that.
Author: Matt
Yo, hi, hello. I'm just your standard sarcastic, cynical, satirical guy who doesn't care much for acting in an 'age appropriate' manner, whatever that means. I write poetry and short stories. Want to know anything else? -> https://mspoetry.com/whos-matt
From the Shadows
It came From the shadows Unseen Unheard Feeding On our darkest fears Until it Itself Became Those very fears On which it fed It became That which we fearedWe ourselvesWould become
Update
In case anybody was wondering, I am still here. I'm just sitting very still, and very quietly. I am one of those having to work harder and faster due to the Covid-19 pandemic, because as an accountant I'm responsible for making sure clients are advised correctly on the many financial and economic measures being brought… Continue reading Update
Quietus
As the world sleeps The virus creeps Silent Invisible Hungry Preying on the weak Sinking claws Into flesh And dragging them off To their eternal rest Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: quietus
Stand With Me
Reposting this because it seems highly appropriate for the way shit's going right now. A song I wrote a couple of years ago, inspired by this poem here. [verse 1] Stand with me as the towers fall As all else tumbles we’ll still stand tall Watch with me as the whole world crumbles The… Continue reading Stand With Me
Shadow
I have become Shadow At one With the dark Shine on a light On me And I'll flee Much like you fled That day I tried to give you My heart Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: shadow
Shrinking
My poems Grow shorter Each day As I find Myself Less able To engage With this world And instead Await passage To the next
To Those In Office
Such power Is not a gift To be used freely It comes With a price And it's for you To decide Who must pay it Can you handle Such grave Responsibility? Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: gift
Hysteria
Hysteria sweeps Across the nation Driven by fear Of a new contagion Panic spreads Faster than the infection Fuelled by the media And its appetite for destruction Of humanity Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: country
Your Story
Life Is An open book Waiting To be written By you By me By all of us Each new day A blank space And empty page Awaiting Our ink Just Remember Not to close it Before Your story Is complete
