I’ve tried, (in the piece below), to put into words how I’ve been feeling this last month or so… why I’ve not been writing, posting & keeping up with all my friends on here, social media & the many groups & web sites that I am proudly a part of, as much as I could, (should?).

It is pretty raw in form and content as I didn’t want to over-work it, doing so can often dampen-down the original feelings and mood.

Thank you all for your kindness, patience & support.

I’ve been quiet of late,
the creaking hinges on the gate
of my old rusting life
are slowly stiffening
and I’d be seriously surprised
if anybody was still listening.

The flickering flame
on the candle my life
once burning so bright,
now disturbed by the breath
of dreaded darkness
creeping closer in the night.

The ghosts of time;
of long dead dreams
and walks down memory lanes,
like the waxing flame
marking lost time,
overcome by lifes aches and pains.

And the pills that I pop
from the bottle and box
are now growing more pointless
in their passionate performance.

The Pen And The Page
growing greyer by the day
and like the fluffy white clouds
ever more fleeting,
floating away……

Written by Darren Scanlon, 3rd July 2016.
© 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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