Play it again..

I’m not just a loser,
I’m a bad loser.
So don’t confuse her
For me.

I’ve been playing the same song
For so very, very long,
That I forgot my dream,
Sunlight, coffee and cream.
Now everything just feels wrong.

But there are still no bright halos here,
This gaslamp is unlit.
A long walk in darkness
Leaves these messages well writ.

Déjà vu all over again..

Here’s the thing:
Small glitch. Device died. Lost my tags.

This may result in the occasional doubling up / repost.
Wibbly-wobbly, Timey-wimey.

It will all sort itself out in the end, I imagine.
Again.

bipolar stairs

Alice sat weeping,
Staircase contemplated.
Compelled to climb.
Emotions complicated, and
Not nearly enough cake.

Now was bleeding.
Skin from hands and knees amiss,
For every single day
She was forced to do this:
Climb the winding stair.

Upwardly optimistic,
Scaling heights oft tall,
Stairs constantly collapsing,
And down, down she’d fall,
In a violent, painful tumble.

Always the choice to remake:
Lie in a heap forever and ever,
Or clamber to her feet
To repeat the endeavour.
After a lifetime, she stood.