The trenches, over the top and into the fire,

Into the barrage,

The shards of death,

The whites of eyes litter the floor,

The mud, sweat, blood and guts,

Littered across this battlefield floor.

Friends turned inanimate,

The self turned unfeeling.

To cope with the blast from shells,

The heat from exhaustion.


A singular presence,

The control,

The power.

The presence to make the world stop.

To make the world listen.

To enact change,

In a world ravaged to the core,

To show strength and power,

Through this disunity.

To add certainty,

Throughout the uncertainty.

To tie society together,

Away from total anarchy.

Negan your power,

The will to make done.

Negan potentially undone.
Small poem thinking about my favourite character on The Walking Dead, Negan. Daryl is also my favourite.

Thankfulness to Friends Always There

Those kind souls always there,

In my times of need.

When I have nowhere.

The help steady me,

Remind me of life’s wonders, even if I’m not ready to see them.

They bless me with their company and kindness,

Unconditional and caring.

They help me.

Even as I don’t know how to help myself.

Even as I push back,

As I hurt.

They don’t give up.

Even when I think they should.

They remind me,

That I would do the same for them.

And I would.

They help,

I’m indebted.

My promise of kindness, care and help.

To whose who’ve stuck with my madness.

Always care to offer.

As they have for me.

I say goodnight now,

Knowing they have helped me.

Till the morning to see them again,

To be a better me.

To help them.

As they have helped me.

They’ve saved me from my demons,

On countless occasions.

Helped me to see the light,

When only showed the pain.

They give me, an indescribable feeling.

That. Life goes on.


There is something.

That. My demons may be there.

But do not control me.

My friends. I am ever-thankful. More than human language can comprehend.

More than anything else. I am ever-grateful. For what you have given me.

It may be nothing,

This kindness, cares and compassion.

But this ‘nothing’ is more than I could ever ask for.

More that I could ever want.

And for this my friends.

You will see my eternal gratitude.

Mistakes Made. Times Ahead.

Mistakes made,

Path walked, misguided by my own hands.

All gone,

A flash before my eyes,

Time to look ahead.

To see where to go,

What pieces are left.

Of my mind,

My broken, faulty and failing mind.

I will find a fix,

A way to escape my demons.

A way to avoid their dark embrace.

To step closer to the light.

To move on in face of the darkness.

To look the other way.

To find peace. An escape.

Always looking.

A plan on hold, to see where I go.

Nearing ever closer, this need to find the light.

To escape the demons that plague my mind.

My mistakes are made.

All final and done.

Set in stone.

Now it’s to find what is left among the rubble,

To pick up the salvageable.

To move on,

And find a life.

I can live,

Despite the past.

Despite my mistakes made,

And to look for the times ahead.

Trying to Be Me

Trying to be me,

Knowing it corrupts,

Trying, hurting. Always hurting.

Hurting those I care about.


Walking into the pain.


Trying to be good.

Trying to be me.

Trying to help and making things worse.

Hurting and always hurting others.

Trying, wanting.

Trying to be better.

Wanting to help.

Wanting to be me.

It always hurts others.

Trying to cope.

Not helping.

Knowing I corrupt every good thing.

Knowing I hurt all I care about.

Unintentional. But someone walk myself down that path.

Down that dark and lonely road.

Down the path and into the arms,

Of oblivion.

Of life.

Of the endless…


That I put others through.

To be left.



With nothing.

Hurting everyone.

Trying to be me.

But always hurting.

Those I care about.