Grief

Mr. Fletcher no longer works here.
He left some time ago.
Simply wasn’t here one morning,...

As my little world crumbles,
From all my mistakes and tumbles,

As my dreams get swept away...

It has been seventeen years
Since that dreadful morning
Thousands lost their lives...

Sometimes we search for answers
That we can not find
So cryptic and puzzling
And...

Put the mask back on ,
Cover up...
Cover up...
Don't let them see your real face,...

I remember what I was doing, exactly seventeen years ago today;
In Old Town, Alexandria...

The Silver Box
It’s four o’clock in the morning
and everyone else is in bed.
I’m alone...

The Sands of Time run very quickly
All to soon loved ones have to go
We're then parted by the...

Whether it's loss,
New start or
A new chapter
When someone leaves
Who meant a...

I reconize agony
But it's not the same.
Its worse.
As I read her nightmare facebook...

It's the glimmer
That lights up the evening sky
The sparkle that glistens
It's the...

Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt...

It's the thoughtless who don't live above hell .
Slavery alive and well , chains to a needle and a...

Not meant for this world?
Who makes this decision?
What determines this choice?
The...

She has attended almost every funeral and wake
Mrs Royal though is an imposter and a fake
...

I wonder where you are up there, are you gliding over mountain tops? Catching fish with your talons?...

I sit here in the shade
Of an old oak tree
Watching our granddaughters play
Holding...