Hi folks! I have got so much content now on Medium – a lovely mix of essays, articles, poems and stories, so I thought for this week on the blog I would share a poem that recently did quite well for me there. I still can’t get my head around getting paid to write my poems!!

Would it be okay
to not do anything
to leave today
and maybe tomorrow too
whatever, however long it takes
for the feeling to pass
of the world ending
of disaster
and death
and my decay
and the transition into bones
and dust
would it be okay
if I said not today?
I can’t do it today
my mind is a trap
a battlefield I can’t escape from
and your silence was too loud
when I tried to talk
if the world lets me
I’ll cancel today
bury myself in bed
find comfort in words instead
get lost and sad inside my own head
feel myself dissipate in the dark
embrace my bones
knowing it’s okay
to watch the last sunset alone

Thank you for reading! I am in the process of compiling all my Medium poems and pieces of fiction into a new book I’ll publish at some point. I’ll keep you posted on that but I already know it will be called Dirty Little Feet and Other Tales and Poems.

See you next week!