This week has been a tough one.
With everything that happened in Manchester several days ago, I haven’t been sure how to feel. Putting it all into words is hugely difficult and it’s been a long time since I turned to poetry to get my feelings out, but I couldn’t think of any better way to express myself.
Not all of these poems are influenced by this week’s events, but they’ve all been written in a state of great emotion that has filled me in recent days.
The first piece – ’22 Balloons’ – is something that I wrote in response to the Manchester bombing on the night following the attack in honour of the twenty-two people who sadly lost their lives. ‘The Social Divine’ is a commentary on the way society works in the 21st century and the reliance we all now have on technology, social media, etc., while ‘Nightmares’ is quite a dark piece that I find very open to interpretation.
My relationship with writing hasn’t been as strong as it used to be since the final year of my degree, but in times like these I’m reminded of why it’s such a great passion of mine. I’m not always that great at expressing my feelings in social situations when it comes to serious topics, but when I put pen to paper the words do a great job of helping me find what to say.
caught on the ceiling of
from a hole pierced
falling from freedom
the siren call of a child turns
and goes willingly to the open hands of
an old friend
who pays all debts
and takes no bribes
arguments fall on deaf ears
in the aftermath
the unspoken words
for years to come
even with a smile
the memory remains unwashed
a road blocked by a fallen tree
trapped on the verge of forever
with no-one to hold them down
and stop them floating
The Social Divine
if we are products for manufacture
to be churned out to all participating stores in your area.
Are we an endless chain of disposability?
Might the grass grow greener
or at all
on the other side?
Is it time to find the off switch and declare
‘We have done your bidding now away we go’
without ever looking back at what we’ve blindly left behind?
some might say
that we have a past when we only see
or what is inevitable.
Did you know
that the average life span of a human male
can be found online alongside everything else including the kitchen sink at just £59.99.
Our educational system is flawed
with its interest in offline subjects.
Teachers need to stop with that age-old line
‘No phones in class’
because we all know which between the two is
Social interaction was never meant to be
face to face
when it’s so much easier to send a message.
Why else do we have emojis?
is a word we don’t use enough these days
when it so accurately defines what it means to be
Blink and you’ll miss
the lifetime ahead of you
but don’t look up for too long
you might see something important.
is rough on bare feet
the endless hallway falls through
lost in the dark
grabbing hands cannot find solace? escape?
there are only footfalls and blinking lights
on a black canvas
tiny lungs know no limit when they cry for help
hopeful in the arms of
less infantile than themselves
open and seeing nightmares
this is not a dream.