Tuesday, 28 January 2014


a harrowing emptiness
to be filled
maybe by
poems in a library
maybe by 
trying to understand
such as
a universal hollow
or maybe by
wandering in the rain
drinking tea
                               physical pain
no longer able to blame
anything or anyone
but circumstance
but yet to always
be wandering
and wondering
and missing
and wishing
that things change
and so there 
in that somali resturant
feeling at home
and like a stray cat
in a city, in fact
sure nights are black
and sort of cold
because its getting old
and nobody knows
what its like 
                                     to withhold
 physical pain