Poems from WestLondonMan

Went through a very difficult time last year, someone taught me how to write poetry to help express myself. It really did (and I never thought it would). Thankfully all behind me.
I'm not sure, I can take much more, Living my life I'm not, Things started out oh so promising, Then I began to rot.   Tiredness and doubt...
I sit there on the bus, taxi, train or cab . Stopping oneself from  giving me verbal jab.  Composed I go, along this journey, where all can...
Laying next you this way, heavenly body, has made my day. The physical connection is pure bliss yet without your mind I think  I'd drift....
At first the illusion is good and proper, promises a many, it is hard not to faulter.  Time ticks by and the terms comes through, wow this...
Screaming, fighting,  sacred food was the symbol of the 1980's. The weekly baths, always a storm, I went last, only to find the water had...

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