Poetry Tommy McHugh |
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Poetry Tommy McHugh |
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The empty chair
The empty chair fills me with despair no one is sitting there
The empty room fills me with gloom till black rose blood bloom
The empty bed my love is dead where loving words were once said
The empty clothes do make me cry costumes of a time gone by
My empty heart cannot restart love has gone away
I am split in two, these words are true
As I empty myself of you………
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Open up let me see
Open up let me see |
I am climbing the mountains...
I am climbing the mountains inside my mind
Slipping and sliding walking blind
I sense understanding is waiting there
Inside the chasms of mystery under my hair
I am endlessly climbing to reach the Tor
As I sit writing this on my living room floor
An avalanche of emotions waters my eyes
As yesterdays memories become clouds in the sky
The wind is blowing the Tor is near
Understanding is close I have no fear
Here we go can’t wait to see
What reaching the top will reveal to me
Slipping and sliding walking blind
I am climbing the mountains inside my mind
My heart was broke...My
heart was
broke I
know why
Because so
hard to
understand did
I try I
am
out of
touch with
this
world I
now see
My past
image reputation
alters your
reality of
me
All enter
inside me
it's not
hard anymore
There are
no locks
my mind
is an
open door I
keep
trying to
stay positive
alive
inside
Feeling no
emotions nothing
left to
hide I
live
alone a
daily survival
game
Enduring isolated
stressful
unknown mental
pain
Alone isolated
stereotyped maybe
just like
you
All you
read above
below is
me my
true
Lots of family
dead now
friends some
in tragic
ways
Tears did
not fall
from this
programmed
macho gaze I
know
for me
where it
all went
wrong
To survive
as a
child
I had
to be
strong
Now I
am older
the pain
of my
past does
ease and
go
Tears often
fill my
eyes an
experience a
natural emotional
flow
Its easier
now for
me to
cry and
grieve this
way
Enjoying open
feelings emotions
different every
day I
do not
hurt anyone
or anything
alive I
am
the lonely
butterfly in
a wasps
hive
My worlds
have often
crashed in
the endless
pits below
But now
to begin
again from
nothing from
zero
Now I am
at the
age of
fifty three I
reveal
memories that
come to
me
Lots of
my friends
have come
and gone
Can this
be my
time to meet
the real
Tom I
am
changing learning
more
relaxing
ways
As it
will be
in ongoing
future days
Somewhere inside
I am
beginning to
know
That I
am stronger
now it’s the
time to
let go
My damaged
past that
lives
inside of
me
Was created
long, long before
my open
eyes could
see
Again it
grows within
me it
was my
childhood time
Learning the
experience of
fear paranoia
And the mental
walk on
the suicide
line
People friends
would always
say
Pull up
your socks
Tom you
will be
okay
So again
I am learning
wanting life
to be
alright
Once again
I be
alone but
onward do
I fight
Wanting all my
future to
be happy
sunny light
Pain mental
physical is
in us
all
Never it
seems to
finally go
It's shelved
in brains
memory room
As we
live in the
positive flow I
do
forget what
Tom I have
been
As I
move on
forward with
daily future
dream
Being honest
letting all
I meet
and see
This Tom
the opening
changes that’s
happening to
me
Death does
not frighten
me anymore
We're seeds
of seeds
created below
the atomic
score
My opinion
thoughts I
never had
before
My mind
is becoming
more open
there is
more to
say
Read on
why not
you could
in this
play
I ask myself
to move
on easier life
will I
get
Making me
happy
fortunate I am
not losing
that yet
Sporadic days
the black
spot is
in my
open palm
Memories of
past events
now no
mental harm
When my
head is
sore with
troubled split
brain I
accept
and learn
survival with
mental confusing
strain
Still I
walk on
learning how to
live with
this my
new life
Walking head
raised accepting
fates
knife
STILL
I
PONDER
WHAT
MAN I
AM
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