Daniel Richards Poems

Like a thorn in my side
The memories of those days are there to remind me
I still care, even when I choose to ignore
The pain trapped inside that cut me bare
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We shop on the high street like herded cattle to a barn, chasing our material consumer gain, anger rage jealously erupt inside as you miss out an item, gadget clothing or whatever it may be. Whether it be in the store and witnessing someone buy the last one or get there first, or be it at school or work someone gets the NEW in thing before you and we begin the anger rage jealousy thing again but this time followed by self-loathing, and this feeling will last for a good few hours.

Walking home we almost sulking about that git who got there first, skulking I wish I had it, got it first, stupid its unfair you think to yourself as you step over the young homeless girl, half starved begging for your spare change.
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Can you hear my laughter?
Can you hear me grin?
Don’t tell me what I’m thinking
Don’t tell me how to feel,
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Life is a road,
Forever winding where it leads too
I don’t know
Best to be in it
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While I sit here and ponder
I don’t see I’m drowning in my pain,
I was blinded by the sorrow
My tears have left a pool and a stain,
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If you can’t see it by now,
You will never ever see it
The days draw shorter,
The nights sweep on longer
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I was looking for something I can’t get
An easy way out of here, life or death,
I broke and I collapsed into your arms barely alive
You whispered softly and I died in your arms that night,
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Deep inside a waterfall,
Far away cascading of the edge of the earth
I hear the echoes of the solar system call
Underwater we thoughts can breath
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Where are we? When we are warm and watching?
Behind coloured doors with bells and knockers ringing
Inside our homes ignoring.
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We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
A single waking heartbeat echoes somewhere miles inside
Watching the moon beams cut the dark like a knife
As the mind’s thoughts drift into questions of life
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