“Merry Blooming Christmas!”

Someone once said,
“The most perfect present, is time!”
I would say that I mostly agree,
After all,
Currently,
And I quote with festive song,
“Tis the season to be jolly,
Fala laa la la laa la laa la la”!
As it is indeed,
The one and only,
Yuletide,
It has sprung itself upon us once more.
So grab a glass,
And raise a toast with me,
Mulled Wine,
Bailey’s,
Port,
And sherry,
Cruise first class,
With a smile,
And try to enjoy,
Don’t screw up your face like a pug,
Acting like Scrooge would,
And saying,
“Bah Humbug”!
It’s Christmas time,
Get on board now,
As the actual day doesn’t last,
After all the rushing,
And stuffing,
It always, always ends way to fast!
I shall prolong this gift of time,
And so I am getting it in early,
With the more positive words of Tiny Tim,
“Merry Christmas one and all”!
Let us feast on bountiful treats,
Drink and be merry,
Spend time with friends and family,
Sharing kindfulness,
And sparing thoughts,
For those less fortunate,
Let the love in our hearts shine,
For those that have left us,
Are with us,
And those to come,
As one of my last poems from 2017,
And my oh my what a year it has been,
The highs and lows will soon no longer matter,
Not long now,
Until we get to swipe the slate clean,
Merry Blooming Christmas Everyone!!!
From,
No One 🤗

Anxiety holds me captive

Tomorrow I shall soar the sky like a bird, anxiety fills me, yet in speak of it not and so it is not heard! Flying I enjoy, I just fear my mental health unpredictability!

Whilst watching my favourite show,
My mind is suddenly consumed and I cannot take it in so,
I get distracted by the light peeping through the blinds,
Press mute,
And feast upon watching the day go by,
From light to dark,
It seems to accompany the aches in my heart,
Like a nocturnal beast,
All things black increase,
Attract and pull me from the light.
The street lamp flickers,
Like the distorted pictures,
That flicker like a flip book through my minds eye.
Pulse rate heightened,
Heartbeat on speed,
Psychosis chimes,
Ringing in my ears,
Projecting fears,
Tarnishing my ideas of fun in the sun!
Tomorrow I shall soar the sky like a bird,
Bounce upon the cotton, candy floss balls that mountain high in the sky,
I’ll be closer to loved ones lost,
As we hover around heavens gate,
Transported from one place to another.
Hopefully happy memories we shall make,
But I anticipate anxiously as my mind may make such memories hard to access and discover,
Negativity runs through me,
As it trys to pursue me,
Overtaking all things bright,
And turning them grey.
This demon is always here,
Will he ever disappear?
He blindfolds my eyes and shows me only lies.
He whispers in my ear initiating fear.
He runs through my vane’s and stains every inch of me.
I try my very best to surpress and conceal my woes,
As not to depress, worry or irritate other good souls,
I suffer this torture secretly,
Hold it in discretely,
But worry that it cannot be contained.