AS FLEET AS A LIFE

  To end up alone in a world full of pain, where life has become just a cold dark refrain. To drift along on strange endless tracks on the maps of a mind that is fading to black.   A face; a feeling that once felt so real, excitement that should have felt so full…

SHATTERED REFLECTION

  The hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor.   Silken shards of sorry souls, their lives now trapped in a dream of what was then, what is…

LONELINESS

  Sitting alone; just sitting and thinking. Simply deciding but never confiding a rise in emotion, no sound; no motion.   Sitting here quietly, just hoping and praying. Simply tapping then suddenly snapping at nothing and no-one. And now it’s too late, what’s done is done.   And you… You showed me what life was all about and all…

LIFELINE

If you’re lost and adrift on the river of life, all that you touch turns to trouble and strife, your heart is deep down in the pit of your soul, what once was alive is now an echoing hole.   If you’re feeling that you can no longer go on, that it matters not where…

A LONELY LAMENT

The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart. A chill wind blows a tear across the cooling fires, a rain of lasting love falling softly through life’s…

DREAMS OF A LIFE

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…

A DARK PLACE

The old clock sets the rhythm of a heart in pain. A body racked with with aching frustration, and the realisation that life will never be the same. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

DARK PANACEA

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you’re silently…

OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

TO BE LOST

To be lost in a world of crying confusion; bewilderment, fear and drug induced delusion. The world around you just comes and goes, drifting through fog and dense falling snow. Every beat of your heart sends a dizzying pulse of tainted blood, too strong to repulse. The ground beneath your aching feet starts to tremble…

TO BREATHE

I sit by day, recline by night, trapped in a dying world, a passenger in a cocoon that sways and swoons from room to spinning room. Looking out onto a world so slowly shrinking, a vignette mist; a frustrated fist and a heart that has to resist. To breathe… to live… Bravely beseeching thinning air;…

THE UNINVITED GUEST

Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake. The wisps that you are weaving are clouding my damp eyes, a cold and cloying…

REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE

Gaze into the mirror; at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time and place? Touch the chill upon the glass and see a tiny ripple, was it real or…

ONE LAST SHOT

The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…

COLD RAIN

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…

FEAR OF THE DARK

There’s a pain in your heart that you feared from the start, was a scream from a long tortured life. A scar upon your soul frames an old gaping hole, where you prayed you had buried the knife. And the stains on your cheeks meant to make you feel meek; so mildly dejected and down….

THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…