Fear

 *work in progress                                                                                          24th September 2013

There's something in my room at night.

I can sense it there.

It pulls shapes in the dark twilight.

It fiddles with my hair.

It walks across me in my bed.

Like paw prints in the mud.

It's messing with me in my head.

I'ts curdling my blood.

It follows me from room to room.

It makes my bed quake.

This symbol of impending doom.

I see it when I wake.

   The culprit of this haunting is inside of me.

   So no matter where I go I can never flee.

                                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe

The Beach

                                                                                                     23rd September 2013

*work in progress   

Walking on the shore

Dreaming of a summers day.

Wishing all my cares away.

That's what dreams are for.

Tide is coming in.

Watch the water chop and churn.

Waiting for my luck to turn,

and hear the bells ring.

Ocean seems so vast.

Can't see where it starts or ends.

Neither where it dips or bends

Wish this day would last.

                                                                                                                            -R.L Tighe

Dear Lord

*work in progress   

Please Lord just give this to me.

I've been good haven't I?

What is it that you choose to see?

With your beady little eye.

For surely by now must be my time?

After all that I've been through.

For years I waited patiently in line.

To myself always been true.

More careful perhaps I could have tread. 

May have allowed the lines to become blurred.

Blinkered from the way a head.

The side of caution I could have erred.

        Oh lord I ask the chance to be the best that I can be.

        Just give me that, I'll show them all, just you wait and see!

                                                                                                                                          - R.L Tighe

Melancholia

*work in progress   

I don't care what you say.

I don't care what you do.

I don't care come what may.

I don't care what's false or true.

No anger, no sorrow.

No joy or no hope.

No strength to borrow.

In order to cope.

The fighting's all done.

The spirit has gone.

The neglect bars none.

The battle has spawn.

       To long, too hard, too deep and too fast.

       Now melancholia over me a shadow has cast.

                                                                                                                                          -R.L Tighe

Be...

                                                                                                                     15th September 2013

*work in progress   

Dream it.

Believe it.

Live it.

Be it...

                                                                                                                                                                                                        - R.L Tighe