The Zombie

Depression is a zombie,
dragging souls to hell.
It hollows out the inner self,
and hurts a lot as well.

Alas, for in that moment,
when we need “get up and go”,
we lose our navigation and
switch off our dynamo.

There is but one path forward,
one step ahead each day,
Fear of putting down your feet
must not get in your way.

However dark the road may be,
however black the night,
You’ll make it through this tunnel
And step into the light.

The Creature on the Moors

“Don’t go on the moors tonight,
beneath that cold moonlight.
Stay safe in doors, not on the moors,
please don’t go out tonight”.
He seemed a jolly fellow,
so I took his words in jest,
I hadn’t thought of going out,
just staying with the rest.

But after listening to his words,
I seemed to want to go,
to take a stroll out on the moors,
a sort of dare, you know.
I slipped out of the pub back door,
and down the country lane,
across a style, for half a mile,
as it began to rain.

But as I passed a clump of trees,
a shadow caught my eye,
did I just see something move
against the evening sky?
A cold and prickly feeling,
started creeping up my spine,
I felt that I was being watched,
perhaps for quite some time.

Of course, I’d heard the stories,
of the creature on the moors,
but hadn’t really thought it real,
just crazy old folklores.
A snap behind me made me jump,
and quickly spin around,
prepared to face a vampire,
or a ghoulish demon hound.

I fled back up the country lane,
and bolted through the door,
the landlord turned to speak to me,
“Have you been on the moor?
Don’t go on the moors tonight,
stay here, for in these parts,
after nine, it’s free house wine,
and everyone plays darts”.

9am on the beach

The roar of the waves,
as they break on the beach,
not yet drowned out,
by the clatter and screech,
of girls in bikinis,
in Instagram poses,
and dads rubbing sun cream
on foreheads and noses.
A sunbow of parasols,
will be displayed,
as lots of hot bodies,
set up in the shade.
The sand freshly raked,
and the sun loungers neat,
waiting for tourists
to put up their feet.

Oh the peace on the beach,
at the start of the day,
before all the tourists
get in the way.

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