Just Venting

Let me tell you of a truth,
One I haven’t told many folk,

I go to bed each night,
Its pointless as I don’t sleep a wink,
I toss and turn and toss some more,
Then its time to wake.

Wouldn’t matter if I did sleep,
As the tears roll off my cheeks,
Been crying each night.
Since October,
With a break in November for a week.

I see a sunset on a wall,
I fight back the tears,
I hear a song that reminds me of her,
More tears.

I sit most nights in my darkened room,
No lights even from outside,
No noise except for the rain.
Sitting on my bed hiding from society,

Drinking has increased,
Alcohol is becoming a friend,
For that short moment I drink,
Memories fade and I begin to smile.

I am not depressed,
Just sad,
I am not attention seeking,
Just venting.

© 2012-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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