Poem

We all know minds are lonely things That pace in cages made of  bone. They try to reach between the bars They long to find a grasping hand.   Who is it listens when minds sing? We hear their songs, we sit alone. As far apart as distant stars, We need someone to understand.   … Continue reading Poem

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I give up.

I'm bored of Blogging. Intensely, achingly bored of this self-indulgent, bleating, whining, ranting waffle. Oh, look at me, I'm miserable. Oh look at me, I've been somewhere. It's just dull. I've done the odd post that wasn't entirely dull, a post where I've admitted something profound about myself, but I've covered everything now. There is … Continue reading I give up.