A struggle within
The hardest fight
Close confines
The furthest reach
Screams of anguish
Torn away flesh
Heart stops
Someone reach in
Time an enemy
Solitude a sin
Come in
Save my soul
I keep my inner angst to myself; I do not share my sadness I just get on with it. I plan, accept the consequences, and move on, taking any hits that may result.
In these times this is not what you are supposed to do, but this is what I do and probably will forever. There is nothing wrong with those who want to share and they do say sharing is good for you but again it’s not for me. I manage, I have always managed and so why change?
The poem I wrote some time back, a couple of decades ago, so there has been angst but not shared.
Acrylic on canvas 91x122x2cm approx. Finished 2021.