This place

Thought I had escaped this place

the smell burns my senses, feel displaced

unhealthy taste in the air,

in this place of care

Had long put to bed this feeling of dread

a feeling inside, the prime of my life, wasted, dead

never asked for help, id suffered alone

now here in this bed wish I wasn't on my own

In my mind the cobwebs cover all surfaces, everything

the walls, halls, corridors, the skin, a tickling feeling within

my world, dirty, dank and grey

smells of death and decay

Can taste the air stale and thick

makes the stomach sick

in this deepest hell the shattered shell

sits awaiting the tolling of the bell

Stars shine brightest on the darkest nights

where flights of fancy take us towards the lights

we leave behind the sights

as we begin to fight for our lives

The wonderful joy of overcoming the fall

of battling on in spite of it all

we take our punches, the kicks to the guts

but never do we give up

Thanks for reading.
Kyle.

Wails

Screams ooze through the air
a shrill strangled sense of despair
pierces the souls of all who listen
the fears hold her imprisoned

A longing, so lost, worth the admission?
at what cost? this deathly musician
her pain turns heads, drawn like moths towards flames
as her voice struggles and strains

Wails and moans, sing from deep within
chill our bones, her fragile mind stings
the human emotion at it most animalistic
needs the pain to stop, to cease it, the sound almost mystic

Her pain dwells deep inside
a shackle to keep her chained to the mind
her wails and fears break out at night
cut through the silence such a lonely fight

Thanks for reading
Kyle.

Artwork  © Rebecca Costello.

Hospital drama

Feel the beast awaken again, hungry to feed, to get free

it squirms within me,

like my body is just a host, left in shreds

to give it life to let it out, to keep it fed

Awaken in this darkened room again

memories flood in as the blood flows within

a crimson torrent crashing out

no warning sounds, just a spray of plasma and I'm down

The monitors beep, a shrill sound it creeps into my dreams

poked, prodded, my whole self tested, my innards inspected, as my heart screams

sleep deprived, as the days and nights collide, pushed to exhaustion

hopefully just a warning, to take caution

The creatures in the dark night
 awakened by such a pretty sight

wanting to give you blood and share their love

rather than take it from your life

My scarred insides, leave me scared outside, life can feel cruel

did all I could, followed all the rules,

looked after my health

treated myself, still I bleed

This time stronger, I can fight on longer,

not scared to ask for help, to accept love given, to prosper

not let it beat me down, or defeat my will

not form cracks in my shell, shall fight on still

Thank for reading.
Kyle.

Artwork  © Rebecca Costello.
Who without asking provided a piece that was exacty what i had in my mind!

Death beckons

Death stood, his pale glow holding me so, he said to me beckoning
I had reached my day of reckoning
pushed my luck too far, played all the wrong cards
waited for judgement, to answer my plea, to sort through my life's shards

Grim reaper in front tall and gaunt, looked like me
a mirror image it seemed, my death in my hands, my life a choice to be
can I be a good man, worth a chance
this question needed answers first, then I could advance

Angel of death suspends my ending
takes me on a voyage, mind bending
shows me a life fresh and new, a glimpse of hope
gives a smile, pushes me on an upwards slope

on my shoulder his bony hand guides me
shows me who is inside, if I just get free, get clean
a heart that wants to heal and save
a soul that wants to love and be brave

Could I fight my curse, beat my demons down
could I find my worth, beat a new rhythm now
Took a trip to find myself, to regain health to see who remains
deaths shadow still too close but he refrains

He says I have a path to take
as he vanishes with a firm handshake
my doctor stands he gives me a life at last
he says I can be free to escape the past

Thanks for reading,
Kyle

cut

This time it cut too deep, was it a cry for help? a heart that cried,

was it a way out, to leave behind feelings, to stop the pain that resides inside,

shut it all out, lock the door and block it outside,

the blood flowed and rained, a terrible way to hide,

Mistakes made, was this insane, or just a misfiring brain,

wave of emotions, a commotion, the world felt so wrong, so far gone,

could never belong, couldn't fit, nothing hit, just a waste,

collection of bad days, dark memories, left a bad taste,

those scars never heal, but they help reveal your soul, your heart and your whole,

they stay to show a path not to follow,  to regrow, go with the flow,

to remind that this isn't all that bad, there are good days where you avoid the potholes,

help you get strong,  learn to live on,  cling to it all, enjoy a new glow.

Thanks for reading.
kyle (hope filled poet)

Hospital pt 2

Chased down, A kaleidoscopic dreamscape surrounds,

the sounds, buzzing, beeping, distract my thinking,

music, like no other, like nothing ive heard, a true hit,

like a mix, a blend, of the best bands ive seen,

Voices whisper, yet im alone, the words hold meanings, feelings,

if only i could hear their significance,

tone changes, sharply, brakes, a fear drops, a dread,

grips tight as i hold my bed,

The drip in my arm, feeding my vision, or keeping me grounded,

whilst all is flying around me,

see faces from the past, distant memories long lost, they watch over me,

keeping company, holding the fear at bay, keeping my dread away.

Body wants to stop, brain wont let it,

a choice is made, to fight through this, climb from the abyss, to soar above,

grip on to life, to share my love.

 The beauty of all art is that it is never truelly finished, each of my pieces is still in the rough drafts stage of its life, and over time they will nearly all be played around with rewritten, tidied up, given more depth etc, for example i have been reading this piece over and over and can see a lot wrong with the last chunk of it, it is missing a real ending, a good bit of depth and meaning, in time i will find the right way to make this work.


so here is revision 2 (well 2 and all the scribbled out, crumpled up pieces of paper that went into each draft before draft 1 lol) , still work in progress, but already seeing some improvements...

Chased down, a kaleidoscopic dreamscape surrounds,

the sounds, buzzing, beeping, distract my thinking,

their constant rhythm like a heart beating,

as i feel its finally beat me, im retreating.

 

music, like no other, like nothing ive ever heard, a true hit,

like a mix, a blend, of the best bands ive seen,

voices whisper, yet im alone, the words hold meaning, feelings,

if only i could glean their significance.

 

Tone changes, sharply, brakes, a fear drops, my body quakes,

A dread grips tight as i hold my bed,

the drip in my arm, feeding my visions? or keeping me grounded?

whilst all is flying, floating around me,

 

see faces from my past, distant memories, watching over me,

keeping company, holding my fear at bay, keeping the dread away,

my body aches to stop, my mind wont let it,

the grains of sand drip, time slips and passes,

 

A flood of tears as i hear, deaths hand had touched mine,

it was near, my fear drove me on,

i was too young, not ready for death, nor my last breath,

a long battle ahead, to fight to make right, to get strong,

 

The nurse gave comfort, words of encouragement,

my family brought love and warmth, the souls nourishment,

the journey had begun, it would be long,

but i vow to fight on, one step at a time.

 
Thanks for reading.
Kyle