I Scribble Things Down, Yeah

by Paul Tristram / January 13th, 2019

I see once pretty, colourful butterflies
pinned to hardboard (Mortgaged Housing)
practically drained of life and greying.
‘Hope’ was something they grew out of
like ‘Adolescence’ and ‘Wishes’
‘One Day At A Time’ is a constructive method
of working through problems and dark times…
it should not be a set pathway
through the rest of your precious life.
Where’s your Magic gone?
Who Dulled your Rainbow?
Where’s the Fight and Light you were born with?
Sweating for pennies which are never enough
to pay that gruesome toll upon your Soul.
I’ve been there myself (Momentarily)
and I will never again settle for loveless arms,
unworthy superiors (Spit!)
or share my time and space with fools.
There’s a wasp’s nest
where your heart should beat gold… remove it.
Yellow streaks are for caterpillars
find your BACKBONE…
there are far worse prison cells than being alone.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 13th, 2019 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.