Posted tagged ‘time’

Wait

February 15, 2016

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Disregarded,

Reduced

Shut down

Disappointed

Let Go

Unvalued

Invisible

Untouched

Uncared for

Silent

Cold

Confused

Tired

Worn out

Weary

Scared

Uncomfortable

Too used to this madness

Not alone but very alone

Single

Complicated

Did I do all this to myself

With the touch that so many desire

Did I cause myself to stand by the rivers bank

In the midst of the flood

And expect my feet to remain on solid ground

As mud slides from beneath the concreted street

Falling away leaving devastation

Space,

Wait…

I thought space was a blessing,

A high value commodity,

Yet I stand in Space,

Not alone but alone

In awkward silence, smiles and a muddle happiness

Wondering how ‘Wait’ – one word, with so little to it,

Has meant so much.

 

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Underground and Broken Hearted

July 15, 2010

When the end comes

It comes on a slow train,

With doors tightly shut

Until it comes to an all too abrupt stop,

Re-creating you as your own prison guard

Not realising that you are the only

Lonely

Soul

On this abandoned train,

Looking around for company,

For those who started the journey with you

For that special soul who made angel-like promises

You now know are lies,

All gone,

And you know,

This train ain’t moving an inch,

‘Till you too depart.

Damn, It’s over?

But it had only just begun!

© Simon Bucknor

2010

Waiting For The Morning

January 25, 2010

In the night-time I grow tired

Weary from the war of perceptions and impressions

Where I fight with all I am

And all I am not

As the stars shine bright

In an attempt to expose my many flaws

I see no resting place

Nowhere to duck my head

No burrow to crawl into

To gather my composure

Ready to fight on

There seems to be no hope

But morning will come

Whether I am here or not

And the sun will heat the earth

And this night-time

Will be purely a scar in my memory

© Simon Bucknor

And So It Begins…

January 22, 2010

The winter is colder than I remember,

It has shown it has teeth this year,

And sunken them in to all of me I have no cover for,

It is in this time,

When all who have slipped and fallen,

Have risen,

Some with anger, others with the smile of internal embarrassment,

Now walk with recovered esteem,

That I begin again,

With hope in my heart

And my cards falling away from the once tight grip

Closely pulled in to my thick warm knitted jumper

Covering me wholly,

Safely,

Protecting me from the dangers I now open myself to,

Freely and willingly,

With my eyes fixed on a sight,

Way in the distance,

As if I am gazing at tomorrows setting sun today,

I am no longer protected,

I release me,

And so it begins.

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Simon Bucknor 2010