An Unwelcome Guest

It can hit hard

And very suddenly

The air gets thick, oppressive

Suffocating you

Dominating you

Like an invisible hand

Around your throat

And the loneliness always comes back to visit

Like an unwelcome guest

With a key to your back door

An Edge Over Reality

In my dream

My every action led

To some terrible

Punishment

I could do nothing right

And I could not be

Saved

Truth

Most of us choose convenience over truth - the cowardly man chooses convenience; the brave man chooses truth.

Empty

My wrists itch, ache and throb

With life unwanted

Dual red lines form

Constant reminders

Of my failure

Taunting me day

After dreadful day

Nothing better to do?

Never trust a man who spends his free time cleaning his spotless car.