Trapped beneath the weight of my expectation
I gasp for eluding breath
a self incarceration choking smog
will I always be
clouded in a shroud of self indulging fog?
A slave of the mirrors criticism
with a developing pain placebo
perpetuating my now only
How I envy the together gang
the focused and driven
smiling through life
enjoying the smalls
feeling content, living without
never needing angst to prove life
nor the urge to scream and shout.
An infinite number of keys are bunched
safe stored around a wire barbed ring
ripping flesh from bone
tearing tears from eyes
as hearts tumble and fall to obscurity
in the scramble from this tomb’s exit
A thousand ways
routes and paths
clarifications and explanations
but only one
that can lift gloom
relieve the angst and deliver from doom
open a door the door
that proves my nirvana.
My name Is Stephen John Miles (SMiles) live in Barrow in Furness Cumbria England, I'm 53 diagnosed dyslexic at 47. Found my written voice once diagnosed and have been shouting ever since. I've a self published children's book Zac's leather elephant and a published children's book The fox the owl and the big green towel, I have a new children's book coming out later this year called Book of Zac. The books are published by Austin Macaulay. I made stories up to entertain my children all rhyming this led to the books. My break in poetry came after a friend of mine died and I wrote a poem for his funeral. Two years ago I appeared at the Bloomsbury festival in London. I write beat poems as it works well with my dyslexia. Something I feel strongly about is self expression after feeling excluded for so long. I'm not for everyone but then not everyone's for me so that makes us even.