my singing voice has gone


 To the weight upon my shoulders I just wish you’d go away­ ­­­­­­­­

I didn’t invite you here and I don’t want you to stay

You’ve been pushing me down into this big dark place

And I don’t know what I’m up against as you have never shown your face

   I think you must deliver all the evil in the world, all the sadness all that’s cruel

You have turned my life upside down I feel so lost, I don’t recognise this sobbing frightened fool

 You have taken all the spirit from the person who once was here- the one I used to be

The shadow you have left behind owns no smile and deep down I know this -stranger is not me

In the days before you took your hold I admit sometimes I was angry, sometimes I got sad

But for this empty shell that lies beneath you now every days the same – just bad

Where have you put my laughter my voice that sang my love for life- my happy?

 This tongue that you have swapped for mine is forked, it spits it makes my speech so snappy

 I don’t know how you ever managed to creep up on me or where the hell you’re from



  • Author: DJ (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2018 07:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Having found myself redundant from work I found my world suddenly became a very dark place.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • ron parrish aka wordman

    and i stand with you

  • dusk arising

    I admire the strength of feeling which shouts in your piece today. There is clearly anger there. Very strong and powerful writing.
    Makes me reflect that in would feel similar in your circumstances.

  • DJ

    Thank you. This was at its worse a very unhappy time for me- but I wrote others that reflected an often amusing sometimes cynical side of my having been thrown out into a whole new world!

    Thanks for all your comments

  • SLR

    I think we've all felt this way. Like we didn't have full control of ourselves. Some angry being taking control of parts of us. Good post.

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