Twenty Twenty Ends

It was Christmas Eve

in the year Twenty Twenty

Believe you, me
it had been rough for so many

A global pandemic
posed global restriction
Everyone forced home
to avoid adding affliction

Shelves stripped empty
as people became frantic
Toilet paper was knighted
in bare bum clenched panic

And whilst the year did
finally drew curtain
We felt that the virus
showed no signs for certain

Oh the year Twenty Twenty
- did we learn a lot?
To love and appreciate
a lesson sure not forgot

Now Christmas Day
could not be as planned
But we fought and could smile
two metres hand in hand

Merry Christmas ~

Captive

Pursued by a shadow

in light and in dark

It moved all around me
swam circles like shark

Growing ever closer
right beneath my two feet

I gulped as it swallowed

my mind treated as meat

Passing by

walks lag

in the centre of nothing
shops close
and that guy wants change

going places
they move so quickly
trains don't stop
to pick him on the way

bottle in hand
sounds start to echo
his head wet
giving company to night

a stranger's hand
but will he accept it?
crawling out
into the thick of life

new age healing

drinking water from the tap

avoiding carbs as not to get fat
started lifting to get strong
my heart is heavy but not for long