Somedays

 

Writing poetry seems a strange process to me. This afternoon I was feeling great, we have had a good run this morning, just had a great break with our friends at Hadrian’s Wall and yet when I sat down to write a poem, this flowed out of the keyboard. I am not sure where it came from. It certainly doesn’t reflect how I feel today, or thankfully, most days. Maybe it is inspired by times when I haven’t been quite so at peace with life. Long may the good times continue!!

Sometimes

Somedays there’s just rubbish

Rattling in my head

Somedays I might as well 

Not get out of bed

Somedays when the weather’s

Pissing down outside

Somedays to live or die

I simply can’t decide

Somedays I’m feeling sedentary

Lacking in motivation

Somedays my head bangs

Can’t keep my concentration

Somedays I feel that I’m alone

Desperate to feel some love

Somedays I need some help

Look to the higher one above

Somedays I fear to venture out

Frightened of the unknown

Somedays I feel like a stranger

When no one rings my phone

Somedays I feel of little worth

When singled out for criticism

Somedays I just don’t believe

Full of doubt and cynicism 

Somedays I have a single thought

To keep this evil at bay

Somedays I have to remember

That tomorrow’s another day!