Tuesday 7 October 2008

More Spike and me



OBERON


The flowers in my garden

grow down.

Their colour is pain

Their fragrance sorrow.

Into my eyes grow their roots

feeling for tears

To nourish the black

hopeless rose

within me.


Nervous breakdown

Bournemouth

February 1967




Confused Brain


I hope this is going to be a better day
than it feels
I couldn't sleep for worry
Then I couldn't wake my mind.
Am I well at all
Or is it just my brain confusing me.



Hopeless person
October 2008
Dih

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