Songs of the lonely

 

I sing the songs of the lonely

as a tear falls heavily from my

watering can eye.

I’m crying in the anguish

of another agonised sigh.

Languishing in the only way I know how,

just singing a mournful song,

searching for my own peaceful sky.

 

And if I was to stop my song

what would become of me?

Would I be just an echo

floating along

over that endless sea?

 

I sing. My lungs bleeding

razor blade words straight

from my heart to the air that awaits.

Would they cut the tension

like a knife through butter?

Or just smear the plate with

wasted emotion

because I left it too late?

I mutter breathlessly

as the words start to

clutter my head endlessly.

 

And if I was to stop my song,

just cut the chords

and pull the mic from the amp,

Would silence dull

the sounds I hear inside,

the voice telling me to say hi?

Would the fear evaporate

and become just another

cloud in a different sky?

Or would it

cloud my eyes

causing more tears to cry?

 

 

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Through a dusty window

 

Trees line the way

as we sway past Tesco.

Lights blaring a beacon in the darkness,

as the streetlights

are turned off at half past never

and only seem to light up whenever

I think of you.

Past the boarded up working men's club,

a blend of cigarette burns, vomit stains

and the remains of countless regrets

sit trampled into the worn carpets.

The fencing says guarded 24 hours a day,

yet I’ve seen no-one passing this way

since the rot set in,

Only the youths laying out on the roof

a bottle of cheap cider

and a game of truth and dare

that no-one can win.

 

A man runs alongside,

breath clouds

rising from his upside-down grin,

trying to keep up,

to board at the next stop.

He does the same thing every night.

Passengers smile, Seeing the same sight,

the same cycle on repeat every time.

 

We slow beside the burnt down remnants

of the cannabis farm.

Just an ordinary house, 

until fire blazed

and the air became high from the fumes.

I let my mind drift away into my tunes, 

like clouds of smoky haze.

I’ve seen these sights almost every day.

I’m sifting through 

my brain photographs in a daze.

As all I seem to see is your face.

 

My attention returns to the streetside,

watching the shops glide by.

Charity shops on either side.

Takeaways drive the night economy

from bar to bar,

as Deliveroo drivers pay no attention,

taking their lives in their hands,

swerving between cars

to get to their destination.

I look to the place where

two hearts once kissed

under a sullen tree,

but there is no sign of love

just an aching in my belly.

 

We swing past the park

where love and sunshine

held hands only months previously,

but now winter is here,

the oily blackness is all I can see.

Split by a pathway of light,

but no-one walks side by side.

A sea of neon blinds as

through this bitter night

the railway station looms into view,

and I once again think of you

sat somewhere so far from here

where my dreams always fly away to

when the night glides through my mind 

from ear to ear.

 

 

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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

 

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Poetic Outlaw 2 - Stand & Deliver

The latest collection by poet Kyle Coare,

takes us through an emotional snowstorm,
with cold biting winds 

and the stinging fingers of ice they bring,
but also the joyous crystal light

that glints in the sky on a wonderous night.
There are poems

that drip with love, 

ones that ring with pain of heartache.
Poems that mourn the passing of life 

and the waves that crash over the shores 

of everyone left behind.
This book covers everything, 

and the kitchen sink!

 

Get it here

 

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