A Poem About Shite

Pop goes my secret, Like nobody cares; I jump from my seat And dash for the stairs.   Eyes filled with terror, Blood rushes to my face, Like a panicking beetroot I trip over my lace.   Ignoring all onlookers, To my feet I climb, Knowing I’ve left myself Such limited time.   The toilet, … More A Poem About Shite

A New Direction

What are you now? What were you then? What has time put you through? Could you go through that again? Is it what you want to do? When you dwell upon mistakes, Or flattened on the ground, Each false move in which you make The world still spins around. The clock still ticks, But just gets … More A New Direction