Gravestone at Buckfast Abbeypoignant for this post.
This is my blog and I cannot not have it truly reflect my life, even the bad bits.
"There are times, just a few when the mask slips and the hurt comes through
when the past shows and not just God knows
the painful memories of those who have past from me
Every year when summers end, a pain hits which I can't mend
of times gone by, of folks that died
such painful memories of those that left me
and now I'm here again"
M.Hearn 07
And try as I am I cannot lightly throw that feeling of dread and sorrow off myself, and so I look around and see, my Wife, my Kids, my Pets, My life, my trinkets of comfort and so on and so forth.
And 99% is good be assured, but that 1% it still gnaws and gnaws and gnaws and my heart hurts, and my soul shrinks and my spirit crumbles away and people actually wonder what makes me tick and why that darkness hangs over me,
Despite my few remaining true friends I feel alone
Despite my loving family I feel alone
Take a look at my life and see, who would stand in my shoes and not feel the same, strangely scarey, oddly comforting
And so yes, one for my homies.................though I loathe the phrase
But to say anything else will have me curled up in the corner broken and so it has to be that flippant
Else I may have never come back, else I could not come back.
Today is not a good day
And Onwards and Upwards seems a mountain I cannot climb at least Today
roll on Tomorrow.......................
