a poem by Ellie Hersey
My life has been absent of Romance
Its either been
I felt too much
Or
I felt too little.
A poem by Ellie Hersey
I wish my brain was far, far away
On a tiny deserted island
Out in the middle of a stormy sea
Where my body could not touch it.
So I would not have to suffer
The consequences of its actions.
My Impulsivity gets the better of me
Especially when I’m manic
I cannot control it.
Its as if my mind is underwater
In the depths of a stormy sea
Every colour in my eyes is dulled
Even my emotions
Until the storm has cleared
I resurface from the water
I breathe in
Colour is restored to my eyes
The clouds clear
The thunder stops
And I realise what I have done
While I was underneath the sea of depression.
I have a reason
Though its not an excuse.
Now I have something to make up for.
a poem by Ellie Hersey
How does one change a person’s thought?
How does the earth turn?
I think again.
Then.
Suddenly its gone.
Its moved.
Its melted away.
Oh dear.
What was I thinking about again?
a poem by Ellie Hersey
We are all just sitting ducks
Filling in time
Waiting to Die
As the planet continues to Burn.
One cannot alter or pause the Human Condition.
