Orlando Belo Poems
Sitting And Thinking
Here I am sitting in the dark again
thinking about the past and what I’ve done.
The countless failures and the few successes,
the personal battles, lost, and won.
From my early days full of hope and ambition,
to my promising career that evaporated with age.
My under achieving children and failed marriage.
There was no escaping the relationship cage.
The kicks in the teeth and the stabs in the back,
the broken promises and the consequences.
The good turns I did that came back and bit me,
and the emotional blackmail that sickened me ...
A Tale Of Feud
I arrived one night when the new moon was bright
whilst the others were howling at the moon.
I was the last of the ten to arrive there and then,
and without doubt we made it not a moment to soon.
We were being hunted down and they were all around;
those hideous creatures, so different to us.
We were hated and despised for being different, and alive,
and we needed to move quickly without fuss.