Bugs

I have that nagging doubt

it eats

dines away at my self esteem

like bugs feeding

feasting

on the thoughts breeding

I can feel them gnawing in my mind

the drone of buzzing creatures

picking apart memories left behind

The tiny razor teeth chow down

on happy thoughts

however brief

they shred them

chew them

break them

ground into paper thin strands of make belief

I can hear the chirping

chattering sounds

echoing around

my internal stomping grounds

I can feel them digging

pawing

at the thoughts of happiness forming

crawling

clawing at memories and stories

picking apart the words outpouring

stalling my voice as it stutters

The shutters are falling

They press against my cheeks

painting them red

they turn on the taps

of my sweat soaked head

they cut my vocal cords

so that all I can do is croak

their noise clouds and cloaks

makes me panic and choke

Like insects they dart around

their feet small

but the footsteps pound

never in my life have I heard such a wretched sound

as that of the creature that banquets on me

has a picnic on my sanity

feeds on my self-belief

they offer me no relief

They digest my desires

ingest my hope

feed on dreams and moments held close

intense

the sounds they spill in my head

the shrill noise that fills my heart with dread

they scream

squeal

chatter out lines

spewing out bile

vile hateful thought mines

that fill my mind

I hear them all of the time

shattering any peace and quiet I find

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Paralysed minds

Propaganda lies

paralysed minds

Scared to be called out

for saying what's right

Instead hide inside

Walls of distrust

Barred windows

doors kept shut

a broken lock

shock

a system built upon years of rot

War isn’t won by fighting

you can’t overcome hatred 

with scratching and biting

only ends once talking begins

when people embrace difference

and mix it with the similarities within

We don't get peace

by smashing apart

breaking already fragile hearts

we only find release

once we sit

let our words embark

on journeys deep into the soul

only then will we find

light in the dark

Battles are not decided in lives

lost to the biggest of guns

the sharpest of knives

or the loudest of bombs

a bit of respect to shed some light

shared spark of humanity's insight

not a blade soaked with the blood of

those you are told are the enemy

by people in dark towers

leaders of the hour

Kill or be killed

doesn’t give me thrills

it's just an excuse

this war

when none of us knows

quite who

or what we are fighting for

is it over a land grab claim?

or did someone get called a hurtful name

it's like playground politics

instead of tic your it

we go out and play army instead

something about war 

must be inbred

Fights are not ended

with a knockout blow

anger just grows

the only way to find answers

is to first seek questions

so, take some lessons

and let the world be your teacher

not a hate filled preacher

search for the heart on pages

soul soaked in the words

written through ages

like songs of birds

A skirmish is not concluded

by taking the biggest swing

or the rocks and stones 

that you fling

it’s when you sit

talking - without spin

only then

does truth finally win

tomorrow can truly begin

like the seasonal change

from winter to spring

Conflict brings the worst in us

it spreads hurt, hate, pain and distrust

smashing the enemy

with bombs overhead

we could start

by inviting them to talk instead

we could start

by breaking bread

rather than

wishing anyone dead

share a piece of decency pie

a delicacy many have forgotten

left it baking in an overloaded oven

as the heat is getting increasingly high

Know your enemy

is it like looking in a mirror?

at a flipped opposite picture

could our enemies be friends?

when true hate comes from palaces

and power

sick men in slick suits

raining down scorn and disdain

like an acid rain shower

oil stains right through

like blood over lands of dust

money and fame

all that those in power 

truly lust

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle

Daydream

Wake up from a daydream

into a world of nightmare scenes

the scenery bleeds

and all the screens fall dim

obscene screams of what he called hope

life feels like the frayed ends of a severed rope

wearing thin

Blinking against the dust and dirt

eyes full of grit that hurts

rubbing agony into aches and pains

stains from tears that fall like rain

the daylight shines

streams through dusty blinds

all he sees is misery through the grime

Lifts his head, invisible weight pulls back

tries to move, his body says forget that

pressure presses down

he fights to get up

an immovable object

no motivation to break the beds deadlock

It's been weeks, months

time slowed to a stall

looking at the same dull walls

the same cobwebs

same creeping spiders spinning threads

now bigger, they creep with pounding footsteps thudding

as day turns to night in the blink of an eye

motivation left him

whilst his brain was flooding

It's a job just to move, to get dressed

to make food, it all causes stress

tension like a coiled spring

ready to snap

is it time for another nap?

motivation to even sleep has left the room

now just coated with months of musty gloom

you could run your fingers through it

It's like dust but twice as thick

and it sticks

like glue

all over you

makes the day feel like night

and nights feel like hell

with all the voices having a blaring internal fight

the panic starts to hit you like rocket shells

You close your eyes to the nightmare

to wake up deep in a daydream

a glance at light in the air

at the life that must live on

as we are all asleep

in a world elsewhere

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.